“When the passion takes you or the project makes you.” >> Marc Woollard

I don’t really know if my friend Marc was really the first one to say this… but it is the first time that I heard it. We were chatting at work the other day and we were talking about staying late… when and if you should pour yourself into a project. And then he busted this phrase out. And it made sense to me.

Sometimes I get caught between working and wanting to have what I think of as my second day – the day that starts when I leave work. I go home, reset myself, head out for a run or to hit the climbing gym. Then maybe I go food shopping… watch a movie, work on a personal project. And then to bed. Ahhh – there you have it, a nice day within a day.

If I am prepared to miss this second day… if I know and prepare for the fact that I might miss it… it doesn’t bother me too much. But if I am a surprised and have to miss it – boy oh boy. Cranksville. I have realized this recently. And I am working on ways I can head off the second day smackdown. Yea, so there’s that. And Marc’s quote helps me decide and accept which reason I am working for. And then I am not cranky.

But really – two days are better than one.

2013: Bonne Année et Bonne Santé! Ooh la la >> L’amour Pour Les Tops

After my recent trip to Montréal I stumbled upon this Quebecois band. Je les aime!

A Musical Dedication: Happy Birthday Liesel!

Well, today is my sister Liesel’s birthday. I have always looked up to her … and though I was extremely annoying as a little sister for as least my first 15 years of life (if not to this day), she has always been there for me. Unspoken communication to detailed, highly complex verbal explanations for things … we can talk about it all and sort through most things, almost surely coming out with an expert recommendation to ourselves or others. I really love that.

Liesel taught me how to write a letter and not misspell every werd. I mean word. She pulled a rusty nail out of my six year old foot and hustled me to the hospital. We made Kraft dinner and ate box cakes and rhubarb pies and honey nut cheerios. She taught me that it was cool to be athletic. And that trying really hard is virtuous. Liesel has been damn good at every single thing she has ever tried. I try to do that. I still suck at some things though. She works hard. And smartly. I work hard and try to work smartly and she taught me that by example.

Liesel has always liked very specific things. She knows what she likes and doesn’t give a fuck if other people like it or not. That is admirable. Michaela and I remember you listening to the best music. I still listen to the music you loved in the 80s. I know that you kind of hate it a bit now … but I still really like it. Probably because it reminds me of growing up with you.

And now we’re grown up (kind of). And there has been some real shit to deal with – and you have totally been there to help me deal with it. Cancer sucked but it sucked a lot less than it would have with you there, running stairs with me, thinking clearly for me … as me … as I would have tried to think had I not been completely freaking out. You were my thinking proxy. Forever thank you for that.

Happy Birthday Dr. Liesel Ritchie. You’re the bomb and really set the bar among us kids – imagine if you had been a completely lazy, do-nothing, activity-hating, school-flunking big sister? Instead, you showed us the light.

Which is morally worse: taking performance enhancing drugs in a sport riddled with such behavior … or spending gobs of public money to take down a figure that has given millions of cancer patients hope?

I guess I still don’t really know how to feel about the Lance Armstrong stuff. Yep, he seems like a bit of a bad apple. Yep, he totally took drugs, cheated, and pressured others to do so. Though those guys are smart – I mean, they were all willing adults. They wanted the same things or they wouldn’t have been scared to be booted off the team. Regardless, there are lots of people that finished mere seconds behind these guys. Those other teams probably weren’t doing anything illegal though. Cha.

No, but really. I wish they could have just secretly pulled Lance’s titles, money and sponsorship. I would be lying if I said that I didn’t think about and draw strength from the idea of Lance during my treatment … and I wasn’t hanging on for dear life. I read his book twice over the last year. It is so sad that the general population that is dealing with cancer has this tainted view of him now. Ug. I want those kids to just be able to think about how they want to be like Lance and then be inspired to pull through all of the crappy stuff they have to pull through.

Anyhow, what’s done is done. There’s that. I think it is time for ol Armstrong to just come out with it all. Maybe then people would still look to him for a source of strength. Meh. I dunno.

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