***This is a bumper sticker on my car. It is from a magical song.***
I just laughed. I pulled up this blog and saw my last post, from April, titled #30DaysofBust, referring to the endless winter and my relative refusal to get on my bike although it was April. It was winter for about another two weeks after that post. Winter is gone now.
Summer it is, of course. I write my blog daily, while I bike. Really, I do, though you can't read my head, for better or worse. Clever secrets are what you are missing. The myriad observations from that perspective--the one where you're less-than-200-pound self (bike weight included) is booking amongst thousand pound vehicles, environmental terrorists behind the wheels focused on nothing but . . . their cell phones. It's true. However rampant you think texting and driving is, multiply it times 100, no doubt. Men, women, younger, older. Everyone is doing it. I swear up and down if I ever see someone texting--and it's easy to see someone texting in their car when you're on a bike--and they hit me, I will summon every morsel of strength I have to scrape myself off the pavement and . . . punch them in the face. That's not what I sat down to write about though.
I'm selling my house. Yeah that's right, I'm selling my house. It will be on the market in about a month. I had a "stager" over last night, and that was hilarious. She's a shark. Once you start bleeding willingness to do as she suggests, she opens her jaws and takes a big bite. I did say no eventually. I'm looking to balance ease in process and maximum sale price. That's an art in and of itself, saying no.
Not enough people know how to do that. Professionally, personally . . . just say no sometimes. Unless you're a sucker. Speaking of suckers, when I ride my bike home from work, I cross over I-94, and I look down, literally and figuratively, at it. "Little boxes, on the freeway, and they all look the same," stopped and aligned perfectly in four lanes. And I say, "Suckers." Every time.
I told you here awhile ago that I was going to sell my house. Now I'm doing it. I'll still be around, don't you worry. How I'm getting to where I'm going, where I am going, and what I'll be doing when I get there is, well, fodder for other days.
On one of those other days, I'll even share what Metric line I'm going to slip in at my board meeting on Thursday, unbeknownst to all. Hint: It's not the bumper sticker up top.
I will share this little bite as I bid you goodnight, that the title of this post, "Safe and Perfect Bores Me to Death", comes from Permission, by Aby Wolf. She is so right.
