Sunday, May 27, 2007

Save the World; Ride a Bike

I knew we could save the world by riding bicycles. What I didn't know was that I could save myself. Stephanie wrote it better than I can.

Math-Man and I are really struggling with these last few months of separation. It's nothing to worry about, really, but it sure isn't fun, either. We've got ourselves smack in the middle of a lose-lose situation. How clever of us to work it out like that, huh? Sigh....

So, finally, the other day, after snarking at him sort of randomly I decided that he has to hear me on the real issue (oddly involving his bike... this gets twisted). He couldn't have a long talk right at that minute, so we rescheduled for a little later in the afternoon. I seriously wanted to throw things. Okay, not seriously. I could never be so un-repressed. But I think that's what some other people might have done with the towering feelings I was feeling. I didn't so much think that riding would make me feel better, but I knew that my irritation was seeking a target. Passers-by might not be safe, so I should remove myself from polite society. Off we went, my rage and I, on the cute red bike.

Magic. When Math-Man and I finally talked, I was a reasonable human being. We are still stuck in an unhappy situation, so I'm not sure what good talking did. But there for a few minutes on my bike, the wind was blessedly at my back. As metaphor and actuality, that was a gift I really needed.

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1 comment:

Lisa :-] said...

I'm happy that your ride calmed you...but sometimes I think our significant others need to hear our worst...