“You’re off to Great Places!
Today is your day!
Your mountain is waiting,
So… get on your way!” – Dr Seuss

So if you have a lot on the horizon (and some daunting changes), I offer you the following image and story:

At the end of the day yesterday, I decided to clear my head (only temporarily worked) and ride a Citibike along the East River in Manhattan.  On my return trip, I stopped to take a photo and, to both my surprise and horror, I got doused with East River water!  Holy Shirt! Must have been from a boat wake, but no matter where it came from, I have never wanted to touch nor be touched by the East River.  I shockingly did not run home (pedal) and grab rubbing alcohol, and a shower.  I sat on my bike and laughed (like a crazy person which may have been noted by other people who rode by, wondering if I was just really sweaty on one side of my body).  So far, my skin has not dissolved, I have not developed superpowers and my pancreas has not sprung back to life.  Bummer on 2 out of 3 of those.

It’s really OK to be scared out of your fucking mind sometimes (I wasn’t actually thinking my right side would dissolve from East River water… well not after I survived the first minute… I’m talking about other stuff… you know, the splash is a metaphor and stuff).  In a totally bizarre way, sometimes it’s downright great to scared.

I need to go TRY to climb a mountain now.

Yes, quarter put into jar already.

And my last thoughts for the morning, keep smiling, your enemies will absolutely hate it (and you can always go home and have a good cry later right?).

xo