Countdown - 4 days

as planned, i went out for a dirtride this morning.

i have to tell you, letting *my* husband know i'm going for a dirtride in the morning is akin to waving a hot, grease-dripping slice of bacon in front of a dog. his eyes popped open before the sun popped over the horizon. "we riding?"

i haven't been on a dirtbike in a couple of months. i've been letting my back heal for the trip, or at least that's what i'd been telling myself. what's amazing to me is how a simple ride of 1 hour is enough to clear the bullshit-spewing mind.

i've been spending my time worrying about things that may never happen. not putting enough trust in people to get their jobs done, forgetting something, the list is endless. and as a part of this morning's trip, i realized that none of it matters. the whole purpose of vacation is the enjoyment of it. so i'm letting it go. . . .

okay, not completely. i still want my ventura rack. ;-)