I can easily say that, by far, this year has been one of the more difficult ones to date. From the long commutes between Cleveland and Columbus to the consolidation to one apartment up here in the north to the job layoff from one motorcycle store to recall to new job (and I'll probably talk more about my new motorcycle store digs in a future post). I can't do much about an employer going out of business, but I am grateful that another place thought I had potential working for them.
And I get to add a wonderful friend dying, a wonderful rat dying, and other life messes that I really hope I won't have extrapolate on soon pending hopeful negotiations or some willingness to even head in that direction.
I've learned that at this point in my life, especially when you're trying to figure things out while life is running at the speed of light around you, is definitely far from wine and roses. Sometimes it's grape juice and pictures of roses in your head. Sometimes it's sour milk that is highly recommended to be disposed of down the drain. The problem is, in regards to the sour milk, is the regret and contemplation of what kind of other treats that could have been baked, glasses of chocolate milk that could have been consumed, and bowls of cereal that could have been eaten to not have wasted what was still good milk at the time. Maybe we're not meant to drink all the milk. But dammit, I sure as hell like cookies.
With that being said, the show must go on. I'm still having my damn birthday bowling party in Columbus on the 17th. Because if there is an opportunity to grab giant balls and throw them against targets, this is sure as hell the best time to do it!
Stay tuned for more updates from the TwoWheeledTourist. I promise to not be as somber. No really. There is a light at the end of this tunnel, and it's not the 4PM express train coming at me. I will say though, it is tough to see life from both sides now.
