I haven’t been riding… or writing… much this week due to having the cough/cold/crud yet again. I’ve come to the conclusion that it must be stress-related: I’m simply not getting enough time or good weather in which to ride! That’s it!
Of course today I felt almost a hundred percent whole and functional again, yet now I can’t sleep. This will not help the healing that my body is craving. I’ve been awake since 6:00 a.m. — yesterday — and it’s now almost one a.m. — today (although my body thinks it’s not quite midnight). Ravenously hungry, I’m eating tortellini with peas, butter, and freshly grated parmesan.
I’m probably awake because I fell into bed too early and without my nightly dose of reading. I am traveling with Neil Peart along the healing road in his book, Ghost Rider. Not only are his words recalling to me places I have traveled (albeit before I had a motorcycle), but they are also recalling to me dreams I had when I was a younger person. Dreams that I let inadvertently fade, dreams that got lost in the rush and scramble to simply survive.
My brain is a-buzz with the work that is before me, bringing the old dreams back into focus, and adding them to the new dream, which is to live my motorcycle passion, in both work and for pleasure.
But right now, I really must get some sleep!
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