I can ride my bike with no handlebars
I love my bike ride home from work. It is seriously the best feeling at the end of the night. It's mostly downhill, there is never any traffic, I cruise through lights (after looking both ways, of course!), and I listen to my ipod at a modestly low volume. It just feels so good, and relaxing, and exciting at the same time. This city is a different place at night, quiet but bright. I love seeing the buildings downtown and the West Hills peak out at the top of the higher streets. I really think this is just gonna be the best thing for me this summer. Some good exercise, and some good me time. 4 miles, 15-20 minutes. Perfect.
I'm getting excited to live these next few months. Things to look forward to for sure. Swimming at the river. Fires at the Flinttown House. Layin out in the sun. A visit from Luke! Erykah Badu and The Roots in Seattle with JP, Al, and Chad! Camping with the crew. Patio breakfasts with the crew. Patio bars with the crew. Perfect sunny day after perfect sunny day. And beautiful bike rides home on beautiful summer nights to my beautiful and expensive apartment where I have a loving and beautiful cat waiting for me at the door. But that's really only because he's hungry and he wants me to feed him right away.
Things really aren't so bad. And sometimes, without constant human contact, I find myself getting down quite easily. But I have to remember that's why I'm doing this in the first place.
So I can finally put myself first.
So I can grow up and "figure it all out."
So I can be ok with myself.
And then maybe I'll see where all of this is leading.
I'm getting excited to live these next few months. Things to look forward to for sure. Swimming at the river. Fires at the Flinttown House. Layin out in the sun. A visit from Luke! Erykah Badu and The Roots in Seattle with JP, Al, and Chad! Camping with the crew. Patio breakfasts with the crew. Patio bars with the crew. Perfect sunny day after perfect sunny day. And beautiful bike rides home on beautiful summer nights to my beautiful and expensive apartment where I have a loving and beautiful cat waiting for me at the door. But that's really only because he's hungry and he wants me to feed him right away.
Things really aren't so bad. And sometimes, without constant human contact, I find myself getting down quite easily. But I have to remember that's why I'm doing this in the first place.
So I can finally put myself first.
So I can grow up and "figure it all out."
So I can be ok with myself.
And then maybe I'll see where all of this is leading.