- Slightly sunburned, helmet hair and eating a light lunch on the shores of Lake Michigan. #roadtrip #motorrad #michigan Chicago is somewhere behind me 🤪 - September 24, 2020
- Awww… My bike is looking naked and lonely. I should go give it some company #motorrad #roadtrip #michigan - September 24, 2020
- I mean, it ain't modern and it ain't fancy, but route planning like this in the comfort of my hotel room kinda beats paper and pencil and trying to remember my turns 🤣 #roadtrip #motorrad #michigan - September 24, 2020
Isn’t it amazing? How life just always seems to confirm your worst suspicions, even when you hope for the best. Today has left me feeling bitter, tired, disappointed and incredibly hurt. It’s also left me with a certain sense of inevitability that I had been putting aside (I thought) for the good of those closest to me. It now appears that an attempt at a power trip has taught me that I was wrong to hope for the best from people, and that instead I should just accept that some things I do not and will never have power over, and that I need to protect those things that I do.
I’m sure this post alone will stir another argument, but it is just how I feel. Isn’t that what these personal blogs are for? Feelings? If I can’t write about what I feel at a particular moment, then what’s the point?
I choose not to go into details because those details are somewhat irrelevant. However, it just goes to highlight that even when I hope for the best, human nature sometimes proves me wrong.
Thankfully I was able to short-circuit the power trip with an action that was actually almost accidental in its timing, but ultimately proved fortuitous. I protected what was important, and let go of the things that I still consider important but must realize I have no control over them.
I knew I didn’t have control… I had just hoped that I could retain some semblance of control. That has tempered my actions for months… but now I have had it proven to me that the control was illusory at best. I am at the whims and mercies of others, whose actions don’t necessarily jive with my ideas of what is right and wrong, and thus I am left with my shattered illusions.
But from shattered illusions comes new determination.
I just hope I can hold back the tears.