It was exhilarating. And hard.  My legs were fighting not to buckle in with every move I took forward. The incline made it feel as though 5 pounds had been added to my ankles…

I gripped the rough edges around my hand and turned to the right, twisting the screw until it wouldn’t turn anymore. The ragged edges left grooves in my hand that was not there…

It seemed easy. Peaceful enough to hide in a collection of memories encompassed by every other predictable excursion in the past. Yet somehow, still having enough aggression to be an adventure. This seemingly…

I straddled my bike between the yellow lines of the two-lane backroads, riding over a mix of dirt and concrete as I journeyed to the end of the path.  Country music played from…

I had my mind set, unwilling to waiver from what I thought would be a great idea.  Determination and motivation prompted me to keep moving, though things were not quite how I expected…

My first instinct is to run.  My second instinct is to hide.  Neither do I intend, but the chaos of it all has me feeling as though it is sometimes all I can…

Sometimes it feels like the difficulties we face are nothing but unsuccessful attempts.  We often see the uncomfortable changes we make as monotonous tasks that lead to disappointing conclusions that serve no purpose.…

I almost missed it. It was early in the morning, and the only light was a dimly lit lamppost stationed on the opposite corner of the parking lot.  I gripped the steering wheel…

I can remember the days when Pop-Tart crumbs squished between the seats were a sign of rushed morning and quick attempts to make it to the elementary school parking lot before the bell…

I’m getting ready to turn the pages of a chapter I’m familiar with to a chapter that hasn’t been written.  It’s unknown, and while that would usually terrify me, I’m learning the power…