I should be blogging more than I have been.
One legit excuse is we don’t typically have internet (and rarely mobile reception) in these random parts of the southwest.
But mainly it’s because I don’t have anything to say.
It’s been easy for me to talk my whole life. I grew up knowing the right answers…the right things to say…and most of the time…when to say them. And don’t get me wrong – there are plenty of things I could tell you about from this trip.
But not now.
The sound of pavement under my road tire for miles and miles and hours and hours has me realizing something.
I need to be quiet more often.
When you’re dehydrated or overheating or your heart rate is too fast or your knee begins to burn you listen to your body and you respect it. You take care of it.
My mind, my heart, my soul are all telling me I need to be quiet.
So, for now, I’m going to listen to that voice, and respect it.