madfoxdog

So I left my decently paying job. On a whim moved to St. Augustine, enrolled in a Yoga Teacher training course, and I have never been quite so happy as I am not. I spontaneously wrote a short story and somehow the potential of my life has become clearer and clearer. I'm looking forward in excitement, to discover what sort of choices I make over...
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Another good day, ultra productive. A good step in the right direction, and more than that it gave me hope, and with that hope, faith. I rode a century. I learned a little about nutrition, and I plan on learning a little more about it as soon as I finish this, which I procrastinated doing for no reason.

Ahh life, it is so exciting to set a new adventure. I'm doing my best to do just that. Plan so far, 24 hour bicycle race, Yoga Instructor training, bicycle training/relaxation, then back in it for a bicycle ride across the United States. Lets see how I can stick to the plan. Man I'm way to hungry for this time of night!

You get tired of writing, when something so worth saying is deleted by your internet service failing.

Life, life life life. Funny thing for sure. Last night I read a wonderful book "The Alchemist". I read it because I received a recommendation about a month ago. A glowing recommendation from quite a lovely woman. Trusting beauty, and the advice of course. I bought the book but did not read it until last night. From cover to cover in one night. Awesome book....
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Today I find myself in a bit of a pickle, but not shockingly so. I live in close quarters with the people I work with (work and live on the same boat) and everyone has a different idea of the world, naturally. Well a friend was invited to a thanksgiving event hosted by another boat so I decided to go along I knew the Captain...
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I just painted my bicycle frame. Actually I just primed it. It's a dull white color, nondescript and pretty much nothing special. It got me excited thought. looking at it I could Imagine it to be so many things. For a moment it became all the possible things. It was only primed, but the possibilities, the potential it had was limited only to my imagination....
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There is a mist that rolls across the water today, rising slowly as a cold English rain salutes the Floridian world.

The soft sound of rain on a placid bay reigns. The noise of soft bubbles echo as the larger drops are consumed by the ever-larger sea.
The low drone of fog horns echo from what must be a deep foggy sea across the peninsula...
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