Being thankful is like being humble. Giving thanks is acknowledging people in your life. Maybe it’s acknowledging things that have happened to you directly as a result of those people. There’s the material. The immaterial. Possibly the spiritual. And even the agnostic. Thankfulness knows no one single religion.
To me, thankfulness is a pretty good place to be, a state of mind that can quickly be forgotten in the daily rush known as life. With all that humans can go through in their lives, giving thanks helps better frame the good, accentuate the positive and remind us of what is right in our own. Surely, life’s not perfect. As cyclists, we may be on the hunt for a better this or that. We may wish we could produce more wattage, climb faster or sprint harder. All good. Hardly all-encompassing.
When I started the BikeCrave blog last summer, it began an unknown journey to share insight on cycling culture, as well as personal experience from a Southern Californian perspective. You have to laugh when you consider how many blogs now populate the Web, and how Hugh MacLeod’s message in this piece of art could easily ring true. The joke, though, is not on bloggers, microbloggers and readers who connect on many levels. The joke quite possibly is on those who pass up the chance to meet others, to lend a hand, to say a few kind words of encouragement. Staying focused on being thankful is my pre-Thanksgiving Crave. What’s yours as we approach time with friends, family and good food?
YTD - 6,693 miles / 473,598 feet climbed
Note to self: Cutback on chips and salsa
Experimental iPhone shot. Top tube looks wild
One word: embrocation
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