If it isn’t on social media is it even real?

Well, I haven’t been around as much because now that we’re well into June it is FINALLY warm enough to partake in the one kind of exercise I enjoy- bike riding. I bought an indoor bike, but riding that is boring af even if you’re watching tv. And I’m not into trail or mountain biking. As much as I have a deep fondness for nature and untamed wildnerness, I am a city girl. My bike is a city road riding bike, a “cruiser” the guy called it. 

It’s like it brings up the same emotions I felt as a child when I was out on my bike. Not listening to people yell and argue and fight and slam things and punch walls. Not being trapped in an unventilated windowless bedroom (true story). Not thinking about anything beyond the task at hand and the music I’m listening to. Something very freeing and entertaining about that. And I think that’s what I feel when I go out now.

Plus like if you go from zero exercise ever, and you start biking at least five miles every day, it’s almost astounding what a difference it makes. So it’s not a bad motivator to see that your legs are already more toned.

So that’s where I’ve been 

More like what ISN’T infuriating

It’s very few things.


I get two opportunities a week to spend my evening writing, and this is one of them and I’m not even feeling it. I want to, but sometimes you just like can’t pick up and drop in whenever you want. You can try and make yourself, because sometimes you’ll surprise you. But other times you just can’t, and at that point you can journal or read and you’re still making yourself a little bit better.
Because I mean barring brain injuries of all sorts, knowledge is something that can’t be taken from you, it can’t be stolen or ruined by others. So doing anything to better your experience of the world through learning, it makes you worth more than what you were. And what’s truly beautiful about that is it includes every breathing soul alive.

The pointlessness is lost when we take meaning from ourselves. It doesn’t go away, because it can’t, but somehow it gets lost in the grander, stronger pull we’ll feel towards what moves us.