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“Be yourself. Everyone else is taken.” — Life Is Good slogan
I used to look for sea shells on Sanibel Island, Florida. You know the ones – the perfect shape and color. The ones that looked like they came from the sea shell store.
Not any more.
Now, I look for ones that are unique and special – broken and beautiful.
Just like us humans.
Broken and beautiful.
Like Tiger Woods.
Like me.
Like you.
Recently discovered how to easily schedule blog posts for future dates.
This week has been dedicated to experimenting with the newly found app. It’s embarrassingly easy. Should have figured this out long ago, but instead, only this past weekend.
On one blog, I’ve scheduled the next ten daily blog posts. Others (5 total) a few days ahead, and a couple just a day in advance.
I still write five every morning; however, I’m writing a few “buffer blog posts”, for those days and weeks when the unexpected happens.
Dream big and do something great. Even if it’s a “small” great, like making a sad or lonely person smile.
Yesterday, as I was adding some tags to the blog post, I typed Regret. That word came to mind because it was the key driver in the decision to ride a bicycle across the country. Or not.
If I didn’t do it before I settled down and started a career somewhere, I knew I would probably never have the chance again.
Job, career, marriage, house, bills, family, kids, responsibilities, worries, challenges, health, cars, vacations, promotions, yada yada.
And so on October 5, 1982, with $75 in my pocket, I left Philadelphia for Washington State.
Regret is awesome. Otherwise, I would never have left.
That image of those three bicyclists at 8,000 feet, with the Colorado Rocky Mountains above and below them, was permanently etched on my brain.
I had just turned 13. And yet, I was thinking and dreaming as if I were an adult.
Their summit, the Continental Divide, was still potentially a few hours away for them, at 10,000-plus feet elevation.
Our bus would reach the summit in just ten more minutes.
Have you ever dreamed of doing something uncommonly care-free and ultra-adventurous?
Why?
What is that voice inside all of us that speaks to our desire to go on an adventure that is far beyond our present understanding and capabilities?
And wouldn’t it be nice if we could still tap into that now, and make the adventure of being a responsible adult, exciting and even, “fashionable”?
“You mean he just decided to ride his bike across the country by himself?”, my wife’s friend asked her recently.
Well, not exactly. In fact, not even close. The idea of a cross-country bicycle trip had been with me since 1973. The actual trip began nearly a decade later. So, no, I didn’t just decide.
It was more like a dream seed that was planted while on a three-week Boy Scout bus trip across the United States. From Pennsylvania to northern Idaho and back. A week out, a week there, a week back.
It was while crossing the Colorado Rocky Mountains when the dream seed was planted.
Out our chartered bus window, on our way across the continental divide (elevation some 10,000 feet) I saw three cyclists at about 8,000 feet on their way to the summit.
Their bicycles were loaded down with saddlebags full of camping gear, tents, sleeping bags. They appeared to be taking a break from their long climb, enjoying a snack and the spectacular scenery.
We sat on a bus, were young teens, and at the mercy of the bus schedule.
They were late teens, early twenties, sitting on bicycles, stopping when ever and where ever they wanted, for as long as they wanted.
To be able to not only see the majestic Rocky Mountains from that height, but to smell them, touch them, hear them….