Some days chicken, some days feathers. It's the way of things, I think.

This said by a relative dipshit that has just finished a less than admirable year. I spent much of the last year intimidated by the fact that I was potentially doing and seeing things for the last time. As opposed to celebrating all the things left for me to see and do. A routinely bad choice that I certainly didn't make, just backed into. Even knowing what I was doing didn't help my attitude-it turns out I just had to live through it.

I've gotten back from a month of riding around the western US and I'm once again excited to see and do and read. I've had covid-in a strange way that helped. Not that I suggest it for attitude adjustment. I spent marvelous time with 2 brothers and two sisters. Real good serious time. I met a guy out camping and his simple attitudes about things helped too. Mostly, I think it was good quality time on a good quality motorcycle. I can't maintain any sort of sour attitude when I'm riding. It just won't work.

I wish I had a magic bullet to pass on to you-all I've got is this "If you don't pull the trigger it's damn hard to hit the target."