Disclaimer: if you’re here looking for a #BiSC recap, this is not that. Apologies.

Once upon a time, not so long ago, I was talking with my supervisor/mentor/superwoman, Jerri and I said to her, “It’s like I’m energized by my own life.” She told me I should blog that. I think there’s an unfinished draft in there … somewhere.

There are SO! MANY! amazing things going on in my life. House shopping! Mentoring! Ad2 Reno reorganizing! Writing! Bike rides! Live tweeting the raddest blogger event! Hanging out with my superawesome family! Not to mention all of the growing, learning and amazing work* I do at my job.

But at some point, the law of diminishing returns comes into play and the energy I put in to the awesome starts taking away from the energy that comes out. And that = tired Becca.

So um, that’s it I guess. Because, right now I can’t and/or really don’t want to put any of it down. So tell me, friends. How do you balance it all? How do you make room for everything in your live that’s important to you?

* Amazing, as in the work is awesome and fun. NOT amazing, as in I produce amazing work. I mean I do – but that’s not what I mean here. Just, shhhhh.

First, I have to say, I opened up a new post and then closed wordpress because I haven’t done anything blog-worthy, am not in a writing mood and/or have a headache.  Lucky for me, I’ve lately had this attitude of doing things that are good for me, in spite of my lack of will.  It’s weird.

You would think I’d have learned this by now, but for some reason I NEED to keep reminding myself that the time when I least feel like doing something is when I need to do it the most (writing and riding alike).  So, here we are.

First, I have to give myself public props for riding on my first day back to work, and not just because I said I would.  It felt good.  And I knew it would be THAT much more difficult if I didn’t just jump right in and do it.  So I did (and then because of heavy loads in need of transportation, I didn’t ride the next two days), and again on Friday.

In talking with Brad, I’ve noticed that lately, I don’t even have to think about it.  I’d be fooling myself to say that it’s become routine or habit for me already.  But I’m at least able to appreciate how easy it’s been to just get up and get on my bike (hah–all three times).  It does kind of make me wonder though, why it’s been so hard for me to capture any of this in my blog?  Often something will happen (or not happen) and I think, what a great blog post this will make, but the post never comes.  Maybe I am just THAT busy, but I don’t want to cop out with excuses.

That said, the other blog-worthy things that happened (or didn’t happen) since my last post:

We (Brad and I–my family wasn’t so excited about mountain biking) totally missed out on a mountain biking adventure we were trying to sign up for in Curacao.  I was BUMMED.  I have never been mountain biking before and was really exciting at the prospect of doing it for the first time on a tropical island.**

We did do an awesome kayak day in Aruba though, which was super rad.  I had also never kayaked before (although seeing people do it in the Truckee River sufficiently freaked me out about it).  Kayaking on a nice mellow beach though, I was prepared to handle.  I even volunteered to go first (YES, that is impressive and I’ll thank you to not disagree with me).

IweBrad kicked ass at kayaking.  When I wasn’t showering him with my paddle.  At least we didn’t tip over like my bro and sis (sorry guys ).

Anyway, it was fun.  And almost started to make up for the amount of delicious cruise food I ate the rest of the week. ***

The other noteworthy thing that happened this week is we FINALLY adjusted the seat on my bike so my knees will stop hurting (thank you Jeff Moser for helping to diagnose) and it’s a bajillion times better.

Now that school has started (not for me, but for my boo, who is in class until 7 on Monday and Wednesday) and daylight saving hasn’t ended quite yet, I might do some solo exploring on my bike.  Even though, it’s Monday, my workday has ended and yet, I’m sitting at my desk writing this … um, I guess that means peace out til next time! ****

**AND SUBSEQUENTLY BLOGGING ABOUT IT!!!

*** oh, btw, if you were wondering, the cruise was AWESOME

**** and if you made it all the way down here, thanks!  Now go do something more fun, please! (apparently it’s a footnote kind of day)

So, I LOVE the rain.  Especially in the summertime.  I love everything about it.  I love the smell (but my office neighbor Milan and I have decided that is just the smell of wet dirt – less appealing).  I love looking at it, listening to it and even walking around in it (as long as I don’t have to be anywhere important and can get dry when I’m ready).  I was born in Florida, but moved from there before I could come to the point of appreciating or hating it.  The majority of my childhood was spent in Las Vegas, and my adult thus far has been spent in Reno.  So I don’t get to see much rain.  So when Reno gets blasted with thunderstorm after thunderstorm with no foreseeable end, I would like to think I’m the last to complain.

But.

Call me a wuss, but I really don’t like riding in the rain.  Wetness + windchill of riding = not a fun time for me.  Not to mention the fact that my glasses do not in fact have windshield wipers.  I’m not going to deny it though – Brad and I are at the tail end of a really funky series of weeks.  After graduation, house guests, insane workweeks, etc. we have been too exhausted to go anywhere/do anything fun.  This week has been one of catching up – on sleep, housework, jobwork, etc.  I’m also not going to deny that–as much as I love it–the rain has contributed to and overall feeling of “blah.”  At least for me.  I would not normally fall asleep at 8:30 p.m. and sleep through 7 a.m. the next day.  Too much sleep then contributing to another day of blaaarrrggghh.

And so.  I am conflicted.  In more ways than one.  I love the rain, but I don’t want to be a lazy, lethargic bum.  Plenty of people live in cities with lots of rain and it doesn’t halt their lives.  I love riding my bike, but thinking about riding in the rain makes me want to throw a temper tantrum.  But riding my bike is the first step in getting outta this funk.

Well, I know what I need to do.