I was a cranky mess the other morning. It was 6:45, 20 degrees, and I had a soar throat. My boyfriend called out to me as I rode away and asked me to think of what I am grateful for. My mood is always transformed in such a beautiful way when I allow myself to feel gratitude.
When I got onto the road, the pavement under me glistened with ice crystals, Mt. Baldy was entranced by fog, and the sun was rising making the sky a faint color of orange. I am grateful for my bike and that I get to ride to work so early in the morning and experience such beauty. I get to experience nature in a way I didn’t get to when I commuted by car. Getting to work now is a form of play, and it feels like an obstacle course full of crunchy ice to ride over, leaves to dodge, and pigeons to set into flight.