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Not Sure

The heater kicked on and I knew I had just moments before my alarm went off to get to work. I almost dozed off, but then kicked the blankets off and jumped from the loft. Maybe an urge to pee prompted the 8.4 dismount from bed. None the less, I was logging in for work and putting the coffee on to brew. There is a pep in my step today. Not sure why? Last night, in a moment of weakness, I made a purchase. I am not used to purchases. And this one took me so long and almost ripped apart my psyche. But today I am refreshed and ready for my new adventure.

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Thoughts on November 9th

Is it really helpful to put your thoughts down on a keyboard and on the screen? Is it the same as writing them out by hand? I ask because I am forcing myself to come up with thoughts right now. I always thought I should spend a portion of the day being creative, and this is my outlet. I have also tried videos and photos. I enjoy photos the most, but words seem to flow easier. But is it helpful?

It is nice to look back on previous posts and reflect. I am not big on gratitude journal entries but this is my way of being thankful. I have some great memories on this day in previous years. Let’s see:

Last year was pretty exciting as our fridge showed up. In 2018, we were in a new romantic relationship with Livingston. Even in 2012, I was considering video. 2010 was my first Frog Hollow win. In 2006, I was feeling the same as this year, but probably because of Insomnia.

Long dark climb.

2005 I THOUGHT I enjoyed biking in snow and was having trouble with the lack of light this time of the year. 2004 was the first time I posted on this day in the past and was having relationship issues.

So I will say it. I am grateful to have these memories and also to have a log to remeber them with.

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Follow the Ghoul

A mirage, a ghost. Whatever it is, it’s actually beautiful. But be careful, as confronting the ghoul will cause something sinister. Shackled to a life of hike-a-biking endless days to the top of a never ending climb. Lifting the bike over dead-fall. Pulling up sandstone cliffs.

Follow the ghoul

I know because I chased down the figure only to stare into her eyes and into the never ending adventure of pushing bikes and prodding along on an adventure without an end. For eternity, I will march to the beat of my heart. And I’ll climb.