Two Directions
No one gets the memo
It started simply enough, two people going in two different directions, and it was no one’s fault but mine.
Today was one of those moments. I spent the entire day arguing, circling the same points, trying to bridge a gap that had no interest in closing. By the time the sun started dipping, I’d gotten zero work done. The hours just dissolved into static and frustration, the kind of day where you look up and wonder where it went and don’t love the answer.
So I did what felt good yesterday instead: I went for a ride. There’s something about handlebars and moving air that resets a scrambled head better than any argument ever gets resolved through sheer will. I lean on AI to help me navigate things, translate the world a little, smooth the edges. Problem is, it was built on neurotypical brains, not mine, and that gap between how I think and how it responds has a talent for showing up at exactly the wrong moment. The gap’s still there, waiting for tomorrow. But for an hour, moving through green light and white blooms, none of that mattered.
July 9th, On Repeat
A look back at every July 9th entry, from a chaotic Tour de France stage and a disastrous drive to a mountain bike race, to solo rides, apartment hunts, and quiet moments of wanting to fly away. Two decades of the same pull toward trails and adventure, told in nine small snapshots.
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