Dreaming of a Life Less Ordinary

  Lot more of this in my future! Resignation You don’t just leave behind a job when you resign. It’s so much more than that. It’s the smile you would kill to get every day. It’s that friend you can talk to for hours at a time and never get sick of. It’s the dude who pumps you up and makes you feel like you are incredible. It’s not just the bad but the good you walk away from. If you listened to me, you’ve heard in my voice for a long time that I’ve been unhappy at work. I tried to stick it out. I tried to “make” it work. I tried to make it better. At the end of the day, the joy was gone. It was harder and harder to get up on time and prep for meetings. It was harder and harder to listen to people and take them seriously. Until one Friday when you’re so close to the end of your rope it all blows up and you are the asshole. It’s at this point I take my leave. I’m tired of looking for the silver lining. I’m tired of trying to like my job. I’m tired of staying for those people th...

  "Pennsylvania: Making 35 Miles Feel Like 100" June 13, 2026 Even with the headache, the heat, and thinking Pennsylvania was a lot hillier than it should be, it didn't really matter. The feeling of freedom you get when you start a bike ride is like nothing else in the world for me. The only thing I can compare it to is the deep breath before you plunge into a pool and take your first lap. There is a sense that nothing else really matters — there are two wheels between you and the road and it is total, complete freedom. Over the course of any ride, that freedom starts to melt away your worries, your anger, and any feelings of loss you might be holding onto. All that really matters is moving forward. Seeing where the road takes you. Last Saturday it took me to the 7th state I have done a bike ride in. It took me up and down in some serious heat. It tested me mentally and physically, which is what we do it for, I guess. In the end, nothing else seemed to matter — just me an...

  Our Weight Watchers topic for this week was Eat the Rainbow and of course that came with a joke from me about whether we were talking about Skittles. Then again, I think that is  taste  the rainbow — semantics. I have been thinking about eating the rainbow since Jentz, the old guy from the swimming pool who rocked the Speedo every day back in California, told me how he ate and how beautiful his plate was each day. I miss Jentz — there wasn't a woman at the pool he didn't hit on. Anyway, he told me he would go to Costco and load up on the chicken breasts and then make this beautiful plate of veggies that had all the colors in it. He went on and on about it being gorgeous. So, yesterday in our workshop we went through all the colors of fruits and vegetables and what nutrient values they brought with them. It was cool. I know greens are good for the heart. Yellow and orange are good for the eyes, and so on and so forth. It got me thinking about how I could get some rainbow...

 And sometimes, no words are needed—the image says it all.