OK really...now
So, I've been horribly depressed. I feel like I felt when I lost my father. like shit... not all of the time... but you know how intense grief can be and how it can wash over you in waves? yeah. So, it's almost 1 year since the ex came home from his road trip and discussed divorce with me. It's weird. The grief is over what was lost or the dream of what was supposed to be, not the fact that I miss him or want to be with him. because i don't. I also have plenty of suitors, but I'm not interested right now.
ANYWAY. I never put my bike on the market. It's always in my head. I stare at pictures of it. My old riding buddy called me the other day. She told me she didn't have anyone to ride with anymore. get yer bike... let's go on a road trip she said... It's what I need she said. I know. I feel the loss of my bike. It's like a spiritual wound and I know what the remedy is. Now, it's push come to shove and I have to make a decision. As long as I have riding partners as long as I have a place to keep my bike, I don't really have a reason NOT to ride (except for the whole spine thing). But, mannn... like I've always thought... the old cliche...
"life is NOT a dress rehearsal"
I need to put up or shut up.
ANYWAY. I never put my bike on the market. It's always in my head. I stare at pictures of it. My old riding buddy called me the other day. She told me she didn't have anyone to ride with anymore. get yer bike... let's go on a road trip she said... It's what I need she said. I know. I feel the loss of my bike. It's like a spiritual wound and I know what the remedy is. Now, it's push come to shove and I have to make a decision. As long as I have riding partners as long as I have a place to keep my bike, I don't really have a reason NOT to ride (except for the whole spine thing). But, mannn... like I've always thought... the old cliche...
"life is NOT a dress rehearsal"
I need to put up or shut up.