It’s an interstitial week. We went and now back we come. We pack and unpack. All packed into a normal week of work, school, and life. The weather has turned pretty.
Life struck me on Monday. It seemed like so much happened and I learned about it on one day. A baby was born, a child died, my boss changed, a college acceptance, and a sadness. I didn’t feel I could keep up with it all. All the joy and the bad.
The weather has also turned beautiful with a few pesky, random showers. It calls for me to bike. My body calls for me to bike and exercise. So I worked it in. I’ve biked 3 times this week. Once in pouring rain.
When the weather is beautiful, when I speed down a hill, when I feel the wind, sometimes I feel impetuous. I stand on my pedals like I was 8 and yell to the wind. I shout, “Whoo-hoo!” I forget I have my audience. All this week, the kids have been saying, “Mom, stand up and say shout.” Sara, at least, asks me to do it on downhills. Laura requested it while I was going uphill. It takes all the spontaneity our of the joy that spawned the shout. But it’s cute. I still try and do it when my own spirit moves me. Despite being asked to do it 5 times in one ride.