Sixty days from today, I’ll embark on an adventure that has been on my mind and in my heart for more than eight years. A decision to take my finger off the pause button has been inspired by so many thoughts, experiences, conundrums, and ultimately by my decision to lead a ‘year of hell yes.’
It’s not about saying ‘yes’ to anything and everything that comes my way.
It’s about exploring what really makes me tick, what truly makes me happy, what genuinely makes me feel alive. I’ve had to make myself vulnerable, I’ve said WTF more than a handful of times, I’ve set goals, I’ve stuck with some of them and not with others, I’ve set the bar high for myself physically, professionally, emotionally. I’ve laughed. I’ve cried. And I’ve said WTF a few more times.
I’ve learned I feel most alive when I’m pushing myself to the limit physically. I’ve kept my day-to-day pretty simple. Work. Ride. Eat. Sleep. Repeat.
I’ve learned to appreciate solitude, and that I’m hopeful for companionship.
I’ve realized who is there through the good, the bad, and the ugly.
I’ve determined I’m a Tigger and not an Eeyore.
I’ve learned NOT to put my life on hold.
So in 60 days, when I head to a special little corner of the world that sits at 807m in the Julian Alps — I’ll be grateful for the time I’ll get to spend with my closest friends of more than 28 years (Amy, Marco, and Chris). I’ll be thankful for my health (and my quads) as we ride the roads of Italy, Slovenia, and Austria. I know I’ll be smiling a whole hell of a lot, drinking good wine, eating good food. I’ll be hopeful that this furthers opportunities to continually fuel my heart and soul.
And I’ll be happy that I finally pushed ‘play.’
