I’m still struggling to get a grip on the turmoil that my feelings are in. Still trying to find out what’s bugging me.
I rode my motorcycle down to the Coffee shop today. It’s a short ride and it was not eventful. I’m pretty comfortable on the bike. I wasn’t worried about dying (well not anymore than normal) and I found it enjoyable. More fun than driving a car (if a bit colder).
I’m just afraid of losing someone who I care a lot for, and I came face to face with that yesterday.
It’s too bad there is so much to do today. I could really use some Moto Therapy. Ride roads so twisty that you can’t think about anything but the next corner.