1 Year, 6 Months, 4 Days and a Whole Lotta Change

Some of you may have noticed a lack of posts on here lately, some of you might not have noticed any change at all and that's okay too. In the grand scheme of things this lil ole blog is pretty low on the list of things people probably notice or pay attention to but in case you missed it, it's been a few since I've posted anything here or on the YouTube channel. I hope to change that going forward because I have sort of missed parts of it but it was nice to take a little break also, if that makes any sense at all.

Life's been hectic, started a relationship, sold a house, moved to a new town and all the other millions of little things that can and do pop up. And then there's motivation and inspiration, both of which have been in short supply. Take for example this blog, had intended to get more into things and what's all has transpired between the last post and now but then life happened again today and well, motivation left. However since the title only works for today and I did start it I guess I gotta publish it... right? As they say, a journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step so maybe this is that first step of a renewed journey here.

 

This used to be my way home...

There used to be a time not to long ago when both of these bridges were open, there used to be a time when it also used to be my way home when I rode to work. A lot has changed in the years since I often traveled this route, it's funny how quickly things can change. I used to think I was happy riding this route, starting and ending in the house I knew as home, with the people I thought were in it with me for the long run. Gone is the house, gone are the people, gone is this route as "my" route... the bike I still have, bikes are ours to get rid of not the other way around. Time has a way of opening your eyes, bringing the perspective to our life's that we once could not or chose not to see at the time we were personally invested in the situation, when you are too close to be objective. Years have gone by since and many things have changed, heartaches have healed, tears long since dried and betrayals no longer as sharp; there was a time when it felt like the best times of life were slipping away. Fast forward a few years and I realize that those times and that place were not where I belonged and that in a weird way even the betrayals, in the long run, were blessing in disguise. Human emotions can and often do blur our perspective on reality. Today I might not have the same house, or the same way home or the same group of people but I think I am in a better place than I was back then. I have a new home, a new route and I have a new group of people surrounding me, that's not to say that I don't miss some of the people from my old life but over all I am in a better place... a happier place. I haven't been back there as it holds no place in my life or talked to that person as they no longer hold a place in my heart but I hope that who ever occupies that space can find more happiness in it than I could and that whatever she is doing now she too made the right decisions.

Sometimes I thank God for unanswered prayers
Remember when you're talkin' to the man upstairs
That just because he may not answer doesn't mean he don't care
Some of God's greatest gifts are unanswered prayers