Another Day, Another Ride

And yes I learned another really valuable lesson today. It was a lesson I get to learn over and over: another day, another opportunity for a new point of view.

This afternoon I got to play on that other wheeled transport of mine – the bicycle. I could feel the pull to get out on the road and pedal myself silly. It was crazy windy out but for a change I didn’t care. I settled into a nice easy warm up and my mind was calm and relaxed. It felt good to experience a totally different state of mind than 2 days ago on my guilt trip.

And that got me to thinking how amazing our innate state of being is. It is like a muscle that with some training gets used to functioning on a certain level, vibrating on a certain frequency of equanimity and happiness. Since I have made the conscious choice to devote my life to keep evolving in awareness, that muscle memory makes it easier to find a place of contentment. It remembers. Do you know what I mean?

I picked up Andrew at his house and we took an easy spin around Old Town and settled in a nice cadence. We got to talking about the way people treat each other and how we can get tweaked by another person’s attitude. We talked about not taking things personally. I mentioned the huge ah-ha moment for me being when I finally took full responsibility for that amazing experience called My Life.

We pedaled along for an hour this way talking and enjoying the pace. I smiled thinking how good it felt to be free in that moment. No guilty story. Just present and accounted for. Riding with a friend on a warm spring day.

Just another day and another ride.
See you out there.
J

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