Remember what it was like to go for a bike ride just for fun? You rode your bike, to ride your bike. Before you were a messenger. Before you felt naked riding a bike without a bag on your back. Back then you didn’t have to get from Murray to King County in 7 minutes, risking your life to file a legal document to satisfy a completely unreasonable request from the client and unrealistic expectations from your boss who doesn’t know what it takes to ride a bike from LQA to the courthouse in traffic. But you made that filing because you’re internally motivated. However when you get home from work most days the last thing you want to do is go for a bike ride, just for fun.
Remember?
Are going to limit your career choices to the contents of the Help Wanted section of the classified ads in your small-town newspaper?
Are you going to let your Feng Shui be stifled by a lack of electrical outlets in your studio apartment?
You’ve been riding comfortably on the Inertia Train and years can fly by. And now… It’s not that you’ve derailed, you’ve just jumped the tracks and escaped that rut, those ruts that some people call rails, and now you can get off whenever you want to.
If you play with fire you’re going to get burned. If you mess with the bull, you’ll get the horns.
What if I spray lighter fluid on that bull and light him on fire…just for a second.??
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