Today I love people who lead with their heart. I love the ones who decide what is right by how much it can help, the ones who don’t care if they are judged by the many for doing something good for the one. I love the people who know that if you are watching with an open mind then the things they do will help you learn about them, and if you are watching with a closed mind it won’t matter what they do so they still do what they feel is right. I love people who reach out to hold doors or steady the unsteady or offer to guide the lost or confused. I love people who reach out to others. I love people who recognize that not being alone in this world also means acknowledging the existence of others.
Today I love the way it feels to turn out onto the road on a motorcycle and surrender yourself to the love of the open road being ahead of you. I love the way curves in the road just seem to straighten out with the slightest of leans, that that happens so effortlessly that it is almost like the bike is driving itself. I love that I still remember driving my father’s little Suzuki when I was eight and that I couldn’t reach the gear shifter with my leg so he would change gears for me from behind. I love that I find myself wishing I had a dirt bike again, wishing I hade a touring bike, wishing I had a little runabout like a Honda Twinstar again. I love that I have the 750 cruiser and that I can tour and still run about town on it, though it feels awfully grown-up to be a grey haired guy out on the road on a full sized bike like that.
Today I love that I’m missing my choir so much and that I’ll have to wait until September when we start up again to start singing with them. I love missing that because it partially proves the hypothesis that singing with a choir is good for your mental and physical health by proving that you crave the positive energy of it and you feel weaker without it. I love that I have to caution myself against wishing the summer away, just to get back into the loft.
Today I love coffee on a quiet sunny Sunday morning. I love the way it stands me up, dusts me off and sends me back into the game of each new day. How can you not love that, eh?About Kelly Babcock I was born in the city of Toronto in 1959, but moved when I was in my fourth year of life. I was raised and educated in a rural setting. I live in an area where my family history stretches back 6 or more generations. I was diagnosed with ADHD at the age of 50 and have been both struggling with the new reality and using my discoveries to make my life better. Find out more about me on my website: writeofway.