Another day, another dollar. A day late, and a dollar short. How to you hope to rectify this apparent contradiction in lifestyle, theme and delivery? I don’t. Pass the bottle.
I’ve been asked lately, “What is drunkcyclist.com?” I haven’t an answer. At least not one that fits neatly into a seven word sentence. Or, less than a 1,000 words in a hopefully coherent email. First I must find answers to two related questions: 1) what was drunkcyclist, and 2) what do I want drunkcyclist to be?
The second defines the first and yet depends upon it, and so on in a circle like so many pedal revolutions. Assuming we’re not yet pedaling in squares. I’ve no idea, really. Something about the bike but still different than Velonews and it’s “news-ish” brethren? A collection of stories? An attempt to make people laugh? An outlet of pent up emotions and frustration with the way things are and what one would hope them to be? And, then, we’re back to those initial questions again. What is and what was… What is and what shall be… We never seem to get past it, do we?
Just where is this site going? No idea. I know where I’m going: In two weeks I start the fall semester in my second year of law school. I’ll shall turn 40 before the academic year finishes. It is an age I never thought much about. Perhaps because I had within me no real desire to ever reach that age. And, in a very real sense, I never thought I would.
A related thought on a somewhere different tangent: The Midlife Crisis. I’ve been asked, mostly jokingly, and I’ve replied, mostly in jest, that yes, going to law school at my age is my answer to a midlife crisis – a questioning of what things are and what I want them to be. A life in transition. Much more than simply a website in transition.
The end? I don’t think I’ll ever reach it. And I may doubt it even exists. Today is but a stepping stone between yesterday and tomorrow. A pedal stroke closer to the finish, sticking with the circular and cycling theme for a moment. The end, when and if it is reached, is just a start of another journey.
It all builds together into something, doesn’t it? The trick is to be able to step back now and again to see your progress, the progress. Stop and clip out on that next switchback for a few moments. The climb isn’t going anywhere. It will wait for you. Look down upon the valley from which we climbed. Yes, the top of the mountain is still high above us. But, we are in the meat of the climb now, and the fun is just beginning. Enjoy the moment.
I’ll soon fold like a lawn chair anyway. I hope Pineapple brings the Plink. Because I like the sauce.
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