When I was a kid, around 10, I used to look forward to my birthday SO MUCH...I would start thinkin' on it, somewhere around mid March. 'Bout the same time, the grass started peekin' out of the snow. I would day-dream for hours, about what I might possibly be gettin' that year. And you know kids, they dream BIG. I usually didn't get that big dream, but I don't remember bein' upset about that. Not back then. Fast forward four decades, and I've learned to pare WAY back on my dreams. Sure, I still day-dream about the things I'd really like to have. Ok, ONE thing. But, I've also come to learn about disappointment. For instance, if someone would've told me, that I'd be where I am now, OR that my business wouldn't be successful, I would've laughed. And blown it off. Before a few short years ago, failure was not in my vocabulary. I never gave up, never surrendered. But...with age, comes something that I NEVER expected. A weakening of my resolve. And that is so frightening to me. Cause if I'm willin' to give up on SOME things...what'll be next? And why? What the hell happened to the "Tweek", I used to be? Was I like Sampson, with the hair thing, goin' on? Him without his hair, couldn't fight. Me, without my Harley, seems like I don't care to fight. (Analogies...>,<)
What I dread now, are those numbers. Steady climbin' higher and higher. I can't believe this is how the sun'll go down.
I WON'T!
Dang, maybe there's still some fight left in the "ole girl" afterall!
BRING TOMORROW ON!
Ride Free
Tweek
A TOY'S R US KID!!! Let's ride...
Ride Free
Tweek
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