I'm in an even bigger eve of sorts. I am just days away from embarking on a trip out West. I'm excited, super excited, but I am also concerned that the weather is not going to be conducive to what I want to do. Ride MTBs in some of the best country for doing so on Earth. I am so worried that I'm going to drag my MTB all the way to Utah and not get to make one pedal stroke in the holiest of holies. I know that I should be happy about getting to go out West and see the mountains, hike in the snow, drink the best beer, eat the best food, and just basically live the life. LIVIN'
Think good thoughts, be thankful for what you have...Ahhhhhhhh! The suspense is killing me, I want Santa to come and put perfectly groomed singletrack under the tree with blue skies, and, and, and. I am going to have a great time -why do I have to keep telling myself this? I am that spoiled brat opening presents and not getting exactly what I asked. Yeah, but I wanted the BLUE one! What no batteries? What were you thinking? Slippers? Ok, so I will admit...Some
It's not that I set my expectations high, it's that I am not flexible with the things that I want. It is getting everything you want, but it is not everything you want. There is always more, bigger, better, awesomer. It always seems that I come back to perspective. I need new eyes to see the country that I have. In a few days I will have new country to view, I pray that it is good enough. I know it is more than I deserve, and I hope that I appreciate it for everything that it is worth.
Enjoy your time with family, your time away from work, eating too much, the bad gifts, horrible TV, and the wonderful Christmas spirit in the Wal-Mart parking lot. Life is brief, enjoy your next ride -as if it were your last. Advice is sometimes a bitter pill to swallow, especially when it is your own. I look forward to what is in store for me. I will embrace the future, no matter the color or flavor. As for you Christmas Eve's Eve, you will never be Christmas or the day before Christmas, but at least the procrastinators worship you as they are scrambling to grab that last or first gift.