Some of my favorite moments and best memories were had inside of June.
Had some ask how I could say such things and I always shook my head and asked how couldn’t I.
If you’re honest with yourself about who and what you are it is not hard to identify what you want and what you need. Not hard at all to accept that not all is black and white and that some of the best comes from the in between.
There is truth in what Billy sings.
“I’m gonna ride this bike till the break of day
Rolling through the garden like the fountain
Won’t take it away
I’m not gonna change
I’m gonna live so hard, these broken wings
Will lift me to the sun so I can burn
Up in the flames
Again and again
Could say the same from one of his older pieces too.
And yes I’d do it again
Oh wouldn’t you
Yeah I’d do it again
A-huh oh yeah
Do it again
Periodically think about getting bike and using it to travel around the country but probably won’t. Too likely to give in and push it to the limit and that is probably not smart.
I am still willing to jump off of the roof into a pool and do all sorts of things that my body is far less forgiving about than it once was.
I know this about myself.
It is part of why sailing into the unknown is intriguing.
As for me, well I have a fair amount of reading to catch up on myself. The bigger question is what to focus on because time is limited.
The good news is I can consume and retain quite a bit in limited amounts of time. It is part of why I have an Audible subscription too.
I listen in the car. I am about 50 percent of the way through How the South Won the Civil War: Oligarchy, Democracy, and the Continuing Fight for the Soul of America by Heather Cox Richardson.
Afterwards I’ll probably tear into Dave Grohl’s book The Storyteller and then hit First Casualty: The Untold Story of the CIA Mission to Avenge 9/11 by Toby Harnden.
I have a few others on my digital shelf to roll through as well, but that doesn’t cover the actual books I have at to read at the house.
Never enough time to do it all, but maybe one day when I am retired I’ll set aside chunks of time to just read like I used to.
It is not that I don’t anymore, but it is not at the volume or pace I once held. Not sure if that is really a good or a bad thing, but it kind of irks me.
Guess I need to think about it.
Someone once asked me not to judge them for not reading. I said I couldn’t promise that because if you don’t read I wonder about you.
It doesn’t necessarily mean you have to read novels but I have some trouble understanding people who never make any attempt to use their brain.
Maybe I would be happier if I didn’t feel the need to think, explore and ask questions about life/the world around me, but probably not.
It is en vogue among some to say ‘don’t judge’ as if that makes people kinder and better but that doesn’t work for me.
I judge and I haven’t any problem with it.
Many of us were raised to judge a person by their character and their actions. We were asked to take a hard look at our beliefs and to consider why we believe as we do.
That is judging. The word doesn’t have to be a pejorative.
Right now I judge that I need a snack and more time on the treadmill and that I ought to just wrap this up, so I will.
Better make a note to take off my judge’s robes before I get back on the machine, would hate to trip. 🙂