Our Expiration Date

We all face the same fate our expiration date. Whether it is the end of a relationship, the death of a loved one, and end to a career, losing a job we loved and the ultimate expiration date our own life. 

You’ve heard the expression: Everybody plays the fool, there’s no exception to the rule. Well the same holds true when the sands of the hourglass are in the bottom of the receiving globe. Some of these expiration dates can signal the end of lives, as we knew them. 

We might have a dream life all of our wishes have come true and as we navigate this idyllic life without so much as our hands on the wheel something unexpected happens and we are lost and can’t make bare steerage way in the waters of our altered life.  

We can choose the easier softer way and just let life pass us by or we can claim responsibility for our part and take action and let the results take care of themselves. The oars are there we simply must pick them up and row and not expect rescue simply because we are feeling sorry for ourselves. The pity pot is one we swim in alone and there’s no need to drown in our own wading pool.  

Our expiration date will one day be at hand it’s what we do with each day beforehand that insures regret is the last thing on our mind. 

Shark's In the Water

The year was 1975 and just two years earlier The Exorcist had terrorized America but before we could breathe a sigh of relief Steven Spielberg tattooed us with high anxiety about going in the water. I recall one scene where one of the swimmers knew the shark was hot on her frantic kicking feet and as the camera scanned back and forth from the shark to her and the waiting floating dock no one was sure if she would make it before she was literally devoured by  Jaws  from the bottom up. The brave kept their eyes open but if you were like most of the audience your hands never moved faster blocking your view of the big screen.  

Fortunately there’s no terror closing our eyes in spin class and what so appeals to this rider is the fact that I can see more with my eyes closed than with them open. Today as I concentrated on my pedal stroke I could feel my toes floating in the shoe box where I never gave even a passing thought to that nuance before and it was merely indicative of my heightened attention of just how deep my focus has become.  Breathing in through the nose has always been a daunting task for me and it was only through a determined conscious effort was I successful for a few minutes in the 60 minute ride.  Now though with assistance from our sensory deprivation technique of   closing our eyes even breathing in from the nose becomes a more natural experience. My sensory acuity takes on another dimension now as my effort has risen beyond what my body thought was the limit. Now I am convinced I have broken through a wall and I see a higher sky even with my eyes closed.  

Dana’s discography was flawless today as each song she plated fit the choreography of her deeply cognitive instruction.