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I haven’t been able to think clearly all day, and then I realized that it’s been a week since I last rode my bicycle. Nothing, not even running, cures my cloudy brain like a good ride. And cloudy, in this case, is an understatement.

I’d blame the heat, but I know better.

I’ll be back tomorrow with something I’ve been working on — and I get choked up just thinking about it — involving a certain boy who will wake up ten years old.



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Something’s happening. I don’t know what precisely, but something. Something good. And I’m pretty excited about it.

This spring has been intense, in the best and worst ways possible. Actually, the past few years have been that way, full of great things and terrible things and everything in between. It’s been a time of tremendous transition which, quite frankly, shook me to my core. But it takes being shaken to your core to find out what your core is made of, is what I have learned.

Turns out, I’m stronger than I thought I was. Smarter, too. And a lot more broken than I ever allowed myself to acknowledge. Broken isn’t a bad thing, it’s an invitation for attention. Anything worth keeping around awhile requires a little mending now and then, you know what I mean?

Today, my mister and me, we went for a bike ride together. It’s easily been a year since the last time I rode my bike, my beloved bike which was stolen – along with all of our other bikes – from our backyard several months ago and was only recently replaced. Cycling, like writing, was once a central part of my everyday existence. It was my only form of transportation for years, and I loved it. A lot.

Being back on two wheels, pedaling through traffic and navigating city streets, had every cell of my body vibrating like the strings on a finely tuned instrument. This is what it feels like to be alive, I reminded myself.

So yes, I’m excited. About this blog, about my bike, about summer, about life. Thank goodness because it was getting a little dire. I’ll spare you the details. But I will say this: the best has yet to come.

Now that’s something.