It’s raining cats and dogs here on Long Island. I’m sitting in my office moving ones and zeros around on the screen and thinking about the future. And the past. And using that as another excuse to see if I can keep at adopting my iPhone as a blogging tool.
With a ride coming up soon, I really should get myself busy with gazing at the stars on my map in order to make some of those someday wishes come true. Someday can show up a bit sooner than expected with a little legwork. But, no surprise I’m slacking on that front.
Maybe getting back into the natural rhythm of life is a slow and steady process. Expecting myself to hit the ground running and full of excitement seems to be unrealistic. I’m in full on sloth-mode. Speaking of – did you know sloths only poop like once every two weeks, or something like that. I think. That could be a random true fact… or I might be crazy. Or both.
I keep wondering if throwing myself out into the world on my motorcycle will have some magic sway over my mind. I’m scared of being alone with my thoughts for hours at a time. Which, when you think about, is ridiculous since you never escape them anywhere. I’m hoping that maybe being with the familiar thrum of the engine, the wind, the sights will help center me and remind me of why life is beautiful.
Thanks for listening, youz guyz. I know I’m pretty boring these days and droning on like a broken record about being sad and whacked out. But, I appreciate everyone who has reached out to help prop me up. It’s pretty humbling to know that there is a Love Army at your back.