biking is flying
its march, and so far has been a calm, grey march. i'm okay with this. this winter had its highlights, but i'm definitely getting more and more excited for warmer weather. at the same time, i'm really actually pretty happy to be in a place where it still feels fairly temperate, but is at least warm enough to bike year round (even though i suddenly realized i biked year round while i was living in new england too, even on bitterly cold days).
biking is the best therapy. i've been really bad at maintaining a routine with a regular therapist, though i think most of that has to do with only ever officially having one therapist, who retired shortly after i began seeing him. i met with a career coach for a little bit too, which was immensely helpful. i gained a lot of confidence in my self worth and my own creative abilities that i had lost sight of over the years. i didn't keep up with it though (although i can assuredly say that i have not digressed, i still feel great in my self). amidst all of that though, there is biking.
much like music, and especially experimental music, continues to wake up the child-like sense of wonder and curiosity that pushed me through life on the path i've been on, biking has done that too. i like moving. i like feeling the wind on my face and pushing past the resistance, or gliding along on it. getting off and feeling legs like jello is one of the closest feelings to floating, and i think, biking is the closest thing to flying without leaving the ground.
above is a polaroid i took of my beloved bike, years ago in manchester, nh, in 2013.