While working on my latest bike tour yesterday*, I took lots of selfies — my usual bike lift over my head; my usual Leap of Faith. I even took a photo of lifting the bike while leaping (about which both my daughters exclaimed, “Mom, no! You’re gonna hurt yourself”).
But the photo that gave me pause, that I didn’t know my self-timer captured until I got home, is the one on the top of this post. And that’s because the truth is much heavier than my bicycle, and I am feeling it in every bone in my body. And here it is:
We had this summer to turn things around, and we didn’t.
I am, by nature, an optimistic person, but I am currently deeply concerned.
I can only do what I can do, and I will not stop trying. Until my last dying breath, I will keep showing up on a daily basis to do the heavy lifting needed to leave my daughters (and yours) a better world. This is not their job yet. This is ours. And our time is running out.
* Here are all of them to date.
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