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I finally started my company and finalized the logo, courtesy of a former student and current filmmaker Matthew Jezak. I love it and it’s just the beginning! At a minimum, my company will showcase the work I do for Florida Trail Riders, Inc., in addition to legitimize hiring of colleagues for future projects.
I’ve been finding time in the early morning to put some work into my novel while listening to these 21 recorded episodes of Super Soul Sunday, Oprah’s TV show with people like Llewellyn Vaughan-Lee:
“For most people the ego is the king … [But] there is something else. There is this Divine part of you that you can be guided by, you can connect with, that can give you the help, the grace, the nourishment, the meaning that you need. It’s the soul that gives us meaning in life,” he explained.
This, in so many words, was my last lecture for the semester:
“I have enjoyed instructing you all for these last few months. I know some of you will go off and do better than I could ever expect, and I am grateful for that. But those people are few. And they get it. They surprised me. Others have just coasted along, missed entire weeks of assignments, doing the least that could be considered acceptable for an average grade, and that’s if they don’t fail for missing too many classes. Anyway, reach out to me if you need a resume check or contacts anywhere. I’m always here for you as an educator.”
The room stayed silent. I saw one or two heads nodding. Then, they dismissed.
“This is our F***ing City.”
These were the words of ‘Big Papi’ David Ortiz before the Boston Red Sox played their game this last Saturday, the first sporting event in Boston after an emotional day which saw much of the Boston area on lockdown and afraid.
This was not about the 35,152 in attendance at Fenway Park that afternoon.
This was not even about the over 600,000 brave citizens of Boston.
Instead of riding today, like my bf and I have been doing for two Sundays in a row, we are heading out to the beach with the surfboards and fishing poles. I’m wearing my running gear, too, hoping the rain holds off. It’s been summer weather all week (finally!) though this weekend was cloudy and cold. Figures!
“Life is good today.”
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To change and change for the better are two different things.
Driving into the Croom Motorcycle Area yesterday, after stopping by the ranger’s station and paying for our passes, I was pleasantly surprised to find a paved road to the campground instead of the clay road from years past. But not much else has changed at Croom since my last visit: my name is still etched in the cement on the men’s side of the bathrooms near the pavilion.
We parked and unloaded without delay, ready to try out our new toys after weeks of waiting. Both bikes started on the first kick and we were off to find an area without too much sugar sand (ha!) so my boyfriend could get acclimated riding a dirt bike for the first time.
“The entire forest is sugar sand,” I told him, but we actually found a dry, hard pack spot with a few berms and even a single jump that we circled around and around for the remainder of the day. I followed him for a while and then we would stop and take a breather while I gave him a few pointers: “Elbows up. Try standing up down the straightaways.”
Then, we would take off again and I would pass him up, circling the loop fast for a few times. After a while, I just stopped and leaned my bike up against a rut and watched, realizing it brought me more joy to watch him, and that’s how parents must feel watching their kids ride. I felt proud, too, knowing I made it all possible.
Right around then, a family of four drove by, all on Hondas wearing BILT gear – the dad on an XR250, two kids on XR50s and the mom on the XR150. My boyfriend stopped riding and we sat there and watched the family circle the loop a few times.
“That’s going to be us one day,” I told him. He laughed and said he’s going to be faster than me soon. We’ll see.
Problems: my bike rebounds too fast and headshake is killer. His bike is leaking a LOT of oil. It also does not idle and likes to stall.