Category: Musings

For some reason, I’ve been having recurring dreams about riding motorcycles. Happens about once a week – seriously. In some of them, I’m riding a dirt bike (doing all manner of “tricks”), and in others it’s me simply cruising down the road. In all cases, the feeling is euphoric.

This phenomenon is very odd to me, considering I’ve never owned a motorcycle and the extent of my riding experience is limited to tooling around on some friends’ dirt bikes as a kid.

That said, my hard wiring is decidedly that of thrill-seeker and I’ve always been something of a speed freak in general. And not surprisingly, speed feels best – or most intense, anyway – the smaller the vehicle. Jet skis, “regular” skis, motorcycles, you name it. In fact, I’m sure those crazy squirrel suits must be an absolute rush to use; a terrifying one, but exhilarating to be sure.

Anyway, not quite sure what I should do about this. Maybe I just need to shut up and buy a motorcycle. This one looks nice.

An exceedingly simple concept, that came to me at the gym of all places: rigid things break. Better to bend and endure the winds of [change, disruption, adversity, fill in the blank] than to stand steadfast and eventually snap. Being tough is about more than steely, unyielding resolve; it’s about taking the hits and bouncing back, beaten but unbroken.

That’s my thought about being rigid. Thanks for listening.

If you’re reading this, lucky me! Now bear with me. My goal with this post is quite simple: return to a writing rhythm. So, in a sense, I am simply using you as a medium of mental exercise (at least at this very moment).

A warm-up, if you will.

That’s it.

Oh, I have plenty to say. And I will say it in due time.

For now, though, bear with me until I bare me.