This time last year I gave my sister tickets to 1D in Philly for her 14th birthday with the agreement that she would never expect me to top that present ever.
It was pretty awesome to look forward to the concert from January until September. I framed her ticket and that’s what she unwrapped. It sat on her nightstand waiting.
I’d be lying if I said I didn’t have a blast as well!
I want to be these kids right here
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I want to enjoy the brisk air, pink noses, hot chocolate, and bundling up to go outside.
I don’t. I’m this kid here
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I hate to be cold. I really really really dislike it. I have tried to acclimate myself, but it hurts in my bones.
That being said, I learned to like snow about 9 years ago so I am pumped for the forecast for this weekend!!! Even if I don’t take Bart out (he’s not really a snow bike) I’m planning to beg and plead with Homie to go exploring with me!
I’m not riding my bike today.
I want to want to. I really do. But it is 13 degrees with a wind chill of -1.
I want to enjoy riding in the cold. I want to embrace biking in all seasons.
I thought that having the appropriate gear for winter would make biking just as awesome as the rest of the year. But to be honest… I don’t enjoy it. I don’t mind into the mid to low 30s.
It’s not necessarily fun, but I don’t really mind it and most days I feel like I warm up after awhile.
But when it’s below 32 it’s just not fun. I can’t breathe and my chest hurts and I then I get a cramp in my side because I can’t get a deep breath and my nose runs like a faucet and my glasses fog up and I alternate which fingers I can’t feel even inside my gloves and when I get into the garage at my building and hop off my bike I feel like I’m walking on bricks because I can’t feel my feet.
Even despite all of that I was planning to bike today because I need it mentally. I figured having to go in for a meeting to discuss funeral plans would put biking in the cold in perspective. But then Homie told me that it’s too cold for him to ride. He rode last week when his sweat froze to his collar and thought it was awesome, so if he says it’s too cold to bike it’s too cold.
However, I am insanely pumped for snow this week!!! I don’t think I will take my bike out because my bike is a city bike. It’s more of an asphalt in the tropics type ride, but I’ve got snow boots and pants ready to go for a walk. And possibly I could be convinced to take my bike out maybe.
It has been a rough week.
My immediate supervisor died unexpectedly Wednesday. He turned 53 on Tuesday.
I don’t think I can even convey how much he was loved by everyone.
I rode my bike home last night and thought about him the whole way.
He loved this office, he loved our people, he loved his wife and daughter, and he loved this town.
I can barely handle the thought of walking into the office and not hearing his laugh each morning.
Frank, I’m gonna miss you buddy.
This ride was for you.
You’re not doing a terribly great job at being an adult.
Something crazy happened this past week and I was asked for some documentation about my degrees. Easy. Except that I can’t find my actual paper copy of my most recent degree. I have my transcript but not the actual paper degree. And they wanted a copy of the paper degree.
But what I did discover while searching (because I have a distinct memory of putting the paper back in the cardboard folder, then in an envelope and sticking it someplace “safe”) is that I apparently put my Staples rewards card which I have been looking for for 3 years in the fireproof lock box.
I guess because it says “permanent member card” my brain decided that those words gave it appropriate status to belong in the indestructible box.
My brain did not however, think that the title to my car is worth putting in the indestructible box because I found that in a manila folder in a plastic organizer on the bookcase in the hallway.
So even as I reflect on last year and my 2015 goals and all the progress I have made, I have encountered several similar things the last few weeks where I have been forced to face the fact that I’m not actually terribly on top of being a responsible adult. I’ll just add that to the 2016 goals list. Once I make the list that is.