My favorite part of my day is part of my morning commute where I ride my bike through the upper level of the Westlake Light Rail Station. I put my bike in the elevator, take it up to the second floor and then ride across the granite floor with the trains and buses running down below. I only do this when the weather is dry. I don't want to grease it with wet rims on the polished rock.
Why is this so wonderful? Why does it bring me joy? It is because I am riding inside on a beautiful floor? Because I've never rode my bike inside before? Because I am breaking a rule and cheating by riding instead of walking?
This blog is about the little and big thoughts that pop into my head. I once read that when Flannery O'Connor walked into a bookstore, she would want to edit her published works with a red pen. In the digital world, we have the luxury of tweaking things up after we've hit the publish button. I can be a perfectionist/procrastinator, where waiting for the ideal means little gets done. Here I will share what is not--and likely will never be--perfect.
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