I went for a four-hour bike ride today. I saw a white tiger. Painted on a garage door. I took a picture. How cool is that? Why am I writing at a 3rd grade level? I wanted it to have a little drama and stacato. Now I am rambling... With words no less. Tighten it up cowboy.
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So,
Today's post is a reminder. A reminder that there are opportunities life presents to you in which taking your time is the ideal way to use your time.
We are always in such a rush, every where all the time; point A to piont B. Straight line. Pedal to the metal. LFG. Gotta get there, get back, do the next thing. Check those boxes. Complete those tasks. Empty that inbox. Reply to those messages. Productivity! Effeciency! Min/Max! Huzzah!
Most of the time, nonsense.
Once again, I am struck by an old adage that, when you hear as a youth, you scoff at, yet rings more and more true the older you get:
“Its the not the Destination, it's the journey.”
―Ralph Waldo Emerson, Self-Reliance
(Insert obligatory) Get off my lawn you damn kids!
Well, I might say it's not just about the destination, but also the journey. It's an allocation between the two. Use that metaphorical slider, don't be afraid to buck the status quo, don't be afraid to be different, don't be afraid to be yourself.
No one else will.
Going back to that bike ride, along my four-hour loop, I stopped a lot. Any little thing that looked interesting, I checked out. Not next time. Don't put it on the back burner. Slow down and explore. Absorb. Process. Not just the physical, but the mental. Connect with your surroundings, like a human being. (wow, corn city pop. this guy)
All this is to say take your time. Take your tiger time. Stop and shove those proverbial flowers in your face. Enjoy the ride.
Maybe take a picture.
AB
