“The only difference between a rut and a grave are the dimensions”

Today was one of those days that I look back on and said, “Wow! I am glad I did that!” I started of the day with ending a project that I was a wee bit behind on. And finishing those little things brought satisfaction to my face when I get to check them off of my To Do List. Ya ever put things on your To Do List that you have already done just so your list looks like you are making progress? Ya, I think that is becoming an all too familiar habit with me.

After work, I got a text from my buddy Tyler saying, “ Biking tonight at 6!” I was hesitant at first with my bad knees and Doritos flying in my head, but by the second text from him the thought hit me...”You live in Oregon. There are only so many nice sunny days to enjoy here. Do it!”

Hagg Lake was AMAZING. Picture perfect in everyway possible. It is kewl when you wanna stop biking and just take it all in. Or maybe I stopped because I was panting from being out of shape? I think it was both.

I had these weird metaphors while biking too. Like there were these ruts that I would fall into. And when I tried to get out of one, I would fall into the rut right next to it. After nearly falling of a few ledges and a few choice phrases, I kinda got the hang of getting out of them. But sometimes, I didn’t even realize what ruts I was getting myself into. I think our lives are a lot like this. But alas, there is hope! Strong and steady wins the race.

“The truth is that our finest moments are most likely to occur when we are feeling deeply uncomfortable, unhappy, or unfulfilled. For it is only in such moments, propelled by our discomfort, that we are likely to step out of our ruts and start searching for different ways or truer answers.”
Scott Peck

Amen Scotty. Amen!