A fly-by week. Life is zipping by at the speed of lightning. I suppose I have my own busy-bee tactics to blame for that. It just never dawned on me that certain aspects of my life would suffer because of my Oh, I can get to it later or I don’t have time for that now attitude. Dear, dear journal writing. I’ve put you on hold many a time. Surfacing priorities are simply taking more of the weight. It’s nothing against you, writing, but I can’t commit to you in full-fashion at this place in time. You have to take a second seat.
Oy. What a saddening mindset. If I could make sacred moments to just write about my day, a 24-hour period would be near perfect. Instead, I’m seeking sacred moment to just live my day. Eat, sleep, breathe. And live.
.A previous entry of anguish over the weather is fizzling. The days blow 60-degree weather right into my face. My bike has provided a zippier cruise to work. I love riding this beautiful bike. My love and I even coasted through a 3 hour ride (and oodles of miles) with the new silverado this past weekend. The ol’ derriere has seen better days, but the suspension seat is definitely a keeper. My tush can take a little soreness for cross-city riding anyday.
Another activity hubby and I engaged in manifested pure delight. We’ve been looking into a new auto. At the VW dealership, we test drove a mobile with a fun 1.8L turbo engine. It. Flew. We took after a particular German family I know, navigating at Autobaun speeds. ‘Twas certainly a challenge to realize how fast we were driving since the acceleration boasted a smooth quickness. What a sporty drive!
I think I’m all about the ‘ride’ these days. The bike, the car.
The little daredevil in me is having a little too much fun.
.Look round the habitable world, how few know their own good, or, knowing it, pursue.
--Juvenal (60-140), Roman writer
