Life would have it. Why is it that when the lemons pour out they just keep coming. A split in my road seemed to come a lot sooner than expected. Right. Left. Right. I had a fun filled summer planned, mtn bike races, camp-outs, road trips and whatever else I could barely squeeze in. The record playing my life screetched to a halt, the dj looked up in disbelief, what is this? Do I have to change the Genre? June was a month packed with a massive quantities of 'overworked' and bad luck. My jokers in my deck, just ran out. Every time I try to cleanse my mind and ride my bike, I break something. The discouragement starts laying on thick when I start adding up the bill and the time it takes to repair. I must pay homage to my lack of misfortune because, dispite broken chains, ribs, drastically failed races and tumbles off of bridges, the cloud parted to shine on some elements of life that have been left un-nurtured. My moment is still not 100%, but I did realize that some velocity of force was telling me to change my path. Left it is, as I cruise down the unknown, exploring the other talents I have hidden deep in my pocket, calling out the window for my next talent and my glass of Lemonade.
*P.S. Yes, that is me, fixing my chain in the middle of a race, take note of the double handed tug.
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