Life is short and it seems more often than not the brightest stars are those extinguished first.
There is either a magnificent plan or grand chaos to explain it all; and the instances in between are merely reminders that our time here, regardless of years, moments or days, is tragically short.
RIP: Wouter Weylandt
Monday, May 9, 2011
Friday, May 6, 2011
Ritual
Sometimes, even when I am with my bestest friends riding my bike, I want to quit.
I am a convincing lot too, when I reach that point. Typically, I'll quietly put my bike back on top of the bus, pull on a cozy pair of sweats and declare, to no one in particular, "It's margarita day, I'm sagging!"
At which point, my dear friend Scott always seems to be lurking nearby. Even though I swear, every damned time I am very far away from him when I make said declaration. Every time, he's there, and every time, he'll say, "You know Ali, you can't ride every mile, if you don't ride every mile."
And I look at him and say...f&*# you.
Then I pull back on the spandex, retrieve my bike from the roof of the bus, and begin pedaling. And eventually laughing.
Blogging, it would appear, is sort of like this. One cannot make good on a promise to blog every day...without, well, blogging every day.
The thing is, there has not yet, in all these years, been a single time when after the wanting to quit and not quitting thing, when I've said, "You know what, I wish I would have quit."
Instead, every single time after the fact I say, "Thanks for making me ride."
One day, I hope, blogging will feel the same. Then I'll say, thanks self, for making me blog.
I am a convincing lot too, when I reach that point. Typically, I'll quietly put my bike back on top of the bus, pull on a cozy pair of sweats and declare, to no one in particular, "It's margarita day, I'm sagging!"
At which point, my dear friend Scott always seems to be lurking nearby. Even though I swear, every damned time I am very far away from him when I make said declaration. Every time, he's there, and every time, he'll say, "You know Ali, you can't ride every mile, if you don't ride every mile."
And I look at him and say...f&*# you.
Then I pull back on the spandex, retrieve my bike from the roof of the bus, and begin pedaling. And eventually laughing.
Blogging, it would appear, is sort of like this. One cannot make good on a promise to blog every day...without, well, blogging every day.
The thing is, there has not yet, in all these years, been a single time when after the wanting to quit and not quitting thing, when I've said, "You know what, I wish I would have quit."
Instead, every single time after the fact I say, "Thanks for making me ride."
One day, I hope, blogging will feel the same. Then I'll say, thanks self, for making me blog.
Thursday, May 5, 2011
Living the Dream...
This morning...Starbucks Drive-thru
Me: Good morning! How are you doing today?
Starbucks guy: I'm amazing! I'm living the dream...
Me: Really?!?
Starbucks guy: I am totally serious. I have the most beautiful wife in the world, an amazing daughter, everything I could have ever wished for.
Perspective is everything.
Me: Good morning! How are you doing today?
Starbucks guy: I'm amazing! I'm living the dream...
Me: Really?!?
Starbucks guy: I am totally serious. I have the most beautiful wife in the world, an amazing daughter, everything I could have ever wished for.
Perspective is everything.
Thursday, April 21, 2011
T Says....
Me: Sorry about that little hiccup you had to deal with today.
T: Actually Mom, that was more like a big belch.
T: Actually Mom, that was more like a big belch.
Friday, April 8, 2011
Tuesday, April 5, 2011
Wednesday, February 9, 2011
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