Let me just start this post out with a hearty fuck yeah!. This week Leslie finished her first year of acupuncture school. Not an easy task by anybodies standards. She is someone who really needs to live to be 100. I learn from her almost every time we talk. I really hadn't thought of my own progress or if you could use the word progress and Scott in the same sentence. I don't look at progress the way most do. Progress to me is simple survival on some level that enables you to retain compassion for others as well as not let yourself fall into the well. Today I rode alone on our lunch trails knowing that possibly this weekend the weather might make some of them impassible for the coming months. And as I was climbing the trail I descended the previous day I had more time to reflect. The previous day I got scatterbrained on a section of this so called, 'Creek Trail' and went over the handlebars but today it wasn't about anything concerning keeping up. And in this little climb that is usually a fast descent I had that extra pondering time. Basically the theme was how I arrived here in March pretty much a mess and how now, although work is tough, there is a mission. If I don't ride for more than a few days I have a few people up my ass about it. I have accountability and the structure is something I need. I have a job that is demanding but .....fills in the blanks.... I like it most days.....Key word...JOB. I know I'm better off working than not working regardless of money. The idle mind is the devils playground for me. I miss my friends in Maryland but I think they would all agree that I needed some form of change. Posted is a pic from 2 weeks ago at lunch and 1 of the day before I left Maryland. Not that anyone gives a flying rats ass.--------------------------------------------------------------
