I'm doing 40 things
Man. Crazy. City life you know. I’m doing something both entrepreneurial and experimental. So It comes with the territory. Some days I let the fear/stress creep in, other days – no problem.
Then there are days I spend on my bicycle. Ah. Another thing all together. No worries at all. Today I went down highway 1, climbed a big hill, and blew past a bunch of bicyclists lallygagging on the flats who then chased me for miles. We were in the sun and in and out of the trees at the crest of a huge mountain range where you could see both the bay and the ocean. Down below the Ocean was spotted with churning clouds that cast shadows on the dark shiny water. They invaded the tops of the mountain as wisps of fog that ripped through the trees just above the road and kept us cool. It was that kind of vision that cleans your soul and erases anything that could be possibly be on your mind. The other bikers worked very hard and caught up to me, but then couldn’t pass me all the way down the mountain. They were so mad, and I was so happy. At the bottom we had a laugh.
What else is there in life but stupid beautiful shit like this? I’m happiest with wind tossed hair.
I wish you endless days of your version of this. – E
