A fine line between Comedy and Blasphemy

Friday I wrote how I was in a funk. I made some claims of what I planned to do and guess what, I did it. And more. And what a difference. I have ridden the bike 5 days straight and that has been amazing. On Sunday I told myself I needed to try riding to work and even picked up some new lights so I wouldn’t have an excuse if it was dark in the morning or at night. (reviews of the lights to come) I made te ride and it wasn’t bad. A couple tough hills, but my legs are coming back. And it only takes me about 20 minutes each way.
I also reconnected with my meetings and too some action that I have been putting off since we moved here.
Sometimes it takes a bottom to redirect to the sky.
Faith without works is dead.

I have been a funk. I haven’t ridden the bike in over a week and haven’t been to a meeting in as long. The longer it goes, the harder it is to get the motivation to get out there again. I’d rather hole up with the pups and Katie.
It’s not good. I miss riding and meetings. Both are a necessity for my mental and physical health.
This is me calling myself out in public.
Tomorrow I am going to get up early and ride before work, and Sunday I will ride to the meeting.

I woke up this morning with the music of Sparks running through my brain. It started with “I predict” because Katie and I are looking at places to move in June when our lease runs out and my head started running. Where was it running, everywhere! Some places lead to fear, most to anxiety because we are not at a point to male any decisions yet. Most of all it led to joy because we have options and we don’t have to decide today. Not like moving out here where we had to find a place in a month, now we can take a couple months and see what fits us the best.
That song segued into “Eaten by the monster of love” because it got me thinking on what a wonderful woman married and how I love every day of the Journey we have embarked on. I am blessed.