I want to believe life can be simple. That existence can be reduced to a few, important tasks. If only I had discipline. Or more money. Of if the world would behave the way I think it should. Then things would be simple.
The blog graphic came into existence while wondering why I couldn’t ride more often. As if life could be something akin to eat, pray, love.
Ride, sleep, ride.
As enlightening as riding can be, it leaves a trail of infantile denial about some things.
Still, I can’t help but think I’m doing it wrong. I should be on the road more — happy, joyous and free.
Fine dream. So is winning the Powerball drawing.
Back to reality. Fueled the car and van this evening along with the gas can for the snowblower in anticipation of “the worst snow storm of the season.” Penn State has already announced it will be closed tomorrow. I’ve already started to wonder if I can go for a little ride on the Vespa. Wish I had put the snow tires on.
Instead, I’ll run the snow blower, sleep late, and generally pretend I’m retired and lazy. Testing options for the future.
And that’s the way it is on the night before the storm.
Life is good.