Yesterday I had the distinct pleasure of riding my bike with a group of friends on a particularly hilly course. The uphills were killer, but the downhills were so much fun!
There is nothing like that feeling of riding downhill fast, twisting and turning, with the wind making your eyelashes flutter, and your sweat evaporate. It is the feeling of play. It is the feeling of freedom. I caught myself LOLing every time we went down a big hill! I couldn't help it.
I woke up this morning feeling very blessed and thankful that I get to write my blog about the silly things in life that make me happy. The inconsequential little things that make up a happy life is exactly what my blog is intended to document. I may not recognize it publicly often, but I am fully and often times painfully aware, of the price others have paid so that I can live and document my happy life. I know that "freedom isn't free." Freedom is something to be recognized, treasured, and celebrated.
Today we all remember the tragedy and the ensuing price many have paid before, during, and since that cataclysmic event. I know that I cannot do much to change world events, prevent wars, or stop tragedies. Those are big things. But I know I can do much to change my world and how the people around me feel. I can be happy and thankful everyday. It is the highest honor I can pay to those who have given so much so that we can have the privilege of living a good life.
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