Choices – sometimes too many, sometimes too few. Sometimes either/or. Occasionally…(almost never) we get everything we want. And so Pearl is showing off her new shine and I have some sexy new items from VS. Sorry – photos of Pearl’s new accessories only. <blush> For now the swing arm and axle covers, next time “wicked sexy” handlebars as Abby called them.
Before Chrome
After Chrome
Oh those choices – deliciously evil at times; tough and soul-sucking at others. This time more of what I love and next time… well, you know. And so I’m way behind on blog posts again. Seems my life goes at warp speed most days. Plenty of time to work and never enough to play. As I write this I’m watching the sun set from an airplane window heading home from Seattle. We were there watching our oldest daughter graduate summa cum laude from law school. Yes – I’m bragging – you would too – come on, admit it – you know you would. We spent an extra couple of days and she showed us her city. I’m in love with Seattle 
but more about that in another post.
Is everything really a choice? And if everything is – why are some of them so damn hard? Like choosing to live in two states because there are no decent jobs at home in our industry – one of us gets to keep our job, the other has to make a change. For how long? Or saying, “I understand” to your daughter who graduated from NYU Stern this month and has no interest in her graduation ceremony? Or making a choice to move away from family and a good job for your partner? Or choosing to hold fast to your own heart’s desire to stay where you are – close to family and an aging mother? How to spend enough time with all your loved ones? Choices to put family or self first? Meet your own needs or your loved ones? Clearly, there are times when there seems to be no choice that does it all. I want the handyman option – instead I get a freaking specialist. This choice only meets one partner’s needs. Another meets only the other’s. Still another meets neither. Where’s my Fairy Godmother when I need her? Jeezsh.
At least one choice is simple. When life gets hectic or scary or unruly I can count on Pearl. Hop on and ride until I can’t ride any longer. Road therapy. Head medicine. Zen meditation. Fun. Play. My Fairy Godmother disguised in chrome. And that’s why we ride.