Let’s face it, life isn’t all about cycling. Friday was spent working when I perhaps should have stayed in bed all day nursing this cold. So when I did get home, I took some Nyquil and headed to bed while listening to that Steve Harvey show with talented kids.
Nyquil is always an interesting thing for me. I take the capsules, because something in the liquid makes me woozy, but I always feel like the little troublemaker in my brain opens up all of the doors I try to keep shut when I take it. I don’t like it. I suspect it is what people like about drinking; the doors get thrown open, and there is little I can do about it until the effects wear off.
So since this is a safe space and I’m still feeling a little addled, what a perfect time to flay my brain for the whole world to potentially see, right? Yeah, I might not keep it up for even the day – but I might keep it just to prove to myself that it isn’t all that bad.
Anyway, today’s planned ride is cancelled so I can get better. I’m hopeful that I can rest and get the bike ready for the big ride. Sharpen the saw, like Randy always says Covey said. Yes, I know he actually did say it. But Randy says he said it more often than I think Covey ever said it. I do think he’s right, though. I used to quote Stacey Atwood (easily as often as Randy reminds me of this) saying on our mission that you can’t pour from an empty pitcher – same concept, but I like something about the visual of adding to someone’s need from your own better than the cutting, even if cutting produces something. The analogy of sharpening the saw specifically says that they are cutting trees down and while I’m not necessarily what anyone would consider an environmentalist, it always makes me a little sad to see large trees being harvested. So hey, if that is one thing I can be reminded of from this whole taking care of myself thing, I think it’s worth it. I’m looking at it as filling my pitcher so that I can help fill others’ cups.
Billy Joel is playing on my Spotify playlist now. He really is quite a genius. Nuff said.
Does anybody else wonder if the measurement of time is a cruel joke on all of humanity? If we didn’t measure time, or measured it less, then we might not feel as stressed or pressured – or really, even miss our counterparts when they pass. Okay, we would probably miss them. But it might not be as bad. We could look at life as it really is instead of as we wish it to be.