Getting around, playing, and traveling by bicycle
A week ago, I took a half a Friday off and rode my bike home from work. The weather was perfect – mid 70s, windy but not too bad. I hoped to bike off months of stress and frustration, clear my head and reenergize myself for my manuscript revision work ahead. An awful load of expectations for a bike to carry.
Not to sound morose or overly dramatic, but there are some moments that it seems I can literally feel myself dying. Of course, we all are dying in a way as we age. But generally, we don’t FEEL it — the body going cell by cell. Oops! There goes another one!
About the 2016 GLBTQ Youth Summit, getting outside to enjoy the weather and returning to my writing practice
It’s getting to that end of year time when we start to think about another year gone by. We wonder what next year will be like and what we want it to be like. What do we need to do or change to make next year better than this year? But I don’t know, 2015 was pretty good.
I’ve come to rely on my GPS to get me around. It’s a safer way to navigate than the paper maps I used to use — looking down at the map, up at the road, down at the map — all the while losing my place amongst the list of turns.
As much as I love to walk my dogs or ride my bike at the park and on trails, one thing that bothers me (okay, truth, it downright annoys me) is that some people don’t seem to appreciate the privilege of having a touch of nature amongst the housing and business developments.
