LEAPING OFF THE CLIFF

10:25 p.m.
Why is it when you're ready to leap off the cliff into new frontiers, you listen to those around you who are all knowing? The dream is dead. Stands to reason that money is the kicker. The dream is dead. Why, as a provider, does the cost of health insurance kill the dream? The dream is dead. The wind has left my sails. I stand deflated. 

8:59 a.m.
Woke up early and have been chipping away at things in the shop. Woke up thinking of you. Don't let the world beat you down or think it. We do have to dream but also need to find the connection between our dreams and reality. I guess I could be the starving artist if there was only me to worry about. The path I chose has made me realize that being a provider and living a nightmare of turmoil and darkness is what gives us hopes and allows our bodies to heal at night, ready for the next day's fight. It gives us dreams to calm our souls, which brings me full circle. I woke up thinking of you and the bike I will make you. I can see you on a bike with a basket for your dog. I also see you racing from something or racing to something on a bike, feeling the wind on your face, feeling free and going fast. Letting all anger work through your body driving the bike forward and finding relief and coasting for a while.