The Rides of Our Lives

We are always pedalling our way into sunsets these days. And if we’re not, we are either chasing each other, or our dreams. I love the way these little journeys remind us of our bigger journeys. Of how some moments leave us pedalling uphill in sweaty foreheads and shortness of breaths. And how some others leave us sliding downhill in giggly shrieks and fits of laughter. Of how it’s wonderful to have several (or more) stops along the way to simply enjoy the view, even if it’s imperfect. That even if the leaves at the end of the longest branch on this tree are drier than others, the greens at the other end are accentuated beautifully, and this fresh cool breeze on our cheeks feels magical. There is beauty in imperfection. And then there’s the sunset we’ve been waiting at the end of our ride. And that - all of that - is life too. The uphill slopes, the downhill slopes, the beautiful imperfections of this present moment, and the way that something Big awaits us at the end of this journey. Here’s to making the best of our rides.