Life is hard. Life is messy. At least mine is. A little more than 19 months ago I hit rock bottom. Busted. Broken. Bruised. I surrendered. I’ve spent the last 19 month striving for selflessness and spiritual growth. I don’t get it right every day. At times, I am still my own worst enemy.
I am building a new life though. Day by day. Step by step. A new life is taking shape. The life I am building for myself allowed me to ride not one, but two bikes today.
I do want to be clear though. Riding bikes is fun, but for me, it is not self care. It is a healthy activity and endeavor, but it doesn’t provide the release meaningful self care does for me. May we all endeavor to discover meaningful self care. It will not discover you.
