I want to live and feel alive. For some reason this was the thought running through my head over and over again while I was driving home. Even though I’m not great at it yet, riding a motorcycle is one of those experiences where I feel alive. Every sense engaged. Very much aware of the moment. I know from a risk management point of view that driving my truck is safer. But it doesn’t engage me in the same way.
I feel alive and present in my life at other times. When Becky and the girls were over at her parents and Liam and I were playing, I felt alive and connected to my life in a different way. One on one time with any of the kids is usually really enjoyable and connective. All of them sometimes is a bit overwhelming, but there was one day within the last few weeks when I was lying on the blanket outside after work, just letting them climb over me and then run off and do stuff, rinse, repeat and I was able to just relax and enjoy the interactions and mild chaos.
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