I've been here. Have you?
Because the first time I swam 25 yards I thought probably that would be
about it. Until I could swim 50. Then 100.Last weekend I got on my bike at 4:45am. Clear dawn was rising on the left side of my road, and the end of a sinister thunderstorm was looming on the right side of the road. Between them, inviting me to ride into it, was a rainbow. I thought, who else sees this now?
People who choose to ride a bicycle at 4:45am, they've lost a bit of their
minds. But it's only when you lose your mind that you see some of the best the
world is.Those who hear not the music think the dancer mad.
....Yes, it is. It is that big of a deal. It is that hard. It really is.
That's sort of the point.
The rest are just details. The rest figures itself out. There's never a
"good time". It's never going to ideally suit your universe. You'll never think
to yourself, "Geez, you know what I'm in the mood for? Madness." It will always
be hard, you will always have to work to find the balance, it will never make
sense to everybody, often not even yourself. And that, too, is part of the
journey, and part of the forging. If you have to talk yourself into it, then
wait until your time comes. Until you're drawn in. Until the current takes you.
But if you're just making excuses...well then. Life is short. Get in
already.
2 comments:
Perfect timing for this. I need a little inspiration since I signed up last night to volunteer at Placid and will be making the trek there in two weeks to sign up for next year. At this point am feeling a bit mad, but I guess we just all have to take a leap!
I'm here by way of TriGirl Kate O's blog.
This was amazing!! Thank you!
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