Wheresoever You May Go…

I am so overwhelmed at my mass following of blog readers that have rode right alongside me in spirit on my ride across America. I want to thank each and every one of you for being so supportive and encouraging. I am in complete and total awe of the army of people that I had behind me through every single mile, every single pedal. “Thank you” simply isn’t enough.


What a transition it has been being thrown back into normal life!

It’s been great seeing my family, friends, and coworkers, and catching up with everyone and getting back to the things I normally do…like finding animals, “helping” hang bat boxes, trying to learn the banjo, eating cake, and teaching!

Despite getting a little tired of answering people’s questions while I was on tour, I have really enjoyed being asked questions about my trip since I’ve been home, as it’s been a great way to take a deep breath and reflect. One of my blog readers commented, “You are forever changed,” and she’s right. I am.

I often catch myself day dreaming about a specific day, a person we met, an interesting place…

Or sometimes just the plain-old feeling of being on tour.

But the thing is, it isn’t just a plain-old feeling. It’s feeling free and content. It’s feeling tired and dirty. It’s feeling a smile come across your face as you’re flying down a hill with the pink sunset in the distance. It’s feeling the big, fat, salty crocodile tears fall down your cheeks when you feel like you can’t go any further. It’s feeling happy, frustrated, determined, and all the feelings in between.

It’s feeling alive.

And whether I felt happy, tired, excited, free, exhausted, grateful, homesick, proud, down, and the list goes on…the point is that I felt.

I felt alive. And sometimes that feeling gets lost in normal every day life…and there’s nothing wrong with that, as long as you take the time to do things that make you feel alive.

So, if you haven’t already, figure out what makes you feel alive and go do it. And keep doing it. Whether it’s riding your bike, jumping out of a plane, applying for your dream job, being silly, doing something kind for someone, spending time with your soul mate, building furniture, playing music, painting, hiking, running, traveling, cooking, eating, reading—whatever. Figure it out, do it, and do it often. We get only one life, and you deserve so much more than to spend it feeling numb, stuck in the same old routine.

Shake things up a little. Just go for it.

Give it all you’ve got, and then some. Be relentless. Be fearless. Be fierce. And I promise amazing things will happen. Your life will be forever changed. You’ll experience things you’ve never imagined experiencing, you’ll meet people you’ve never even thought of meeting, you’ll feel alive, and you’ll achieve the biggest dreams you’ve ever dreamt.

And no matter what, always remember- wheresoever you may go, go with all your heart.


8 thoughts on “Wheresoever You May Go…

  1. Great ending post for your recent adventures. Glad that you and Mash made it through the entire trip with minimal blood loss and no serious injuries. Glad you allowed us to follow along.


  2. You just amaze me. I wish I had the drive you do. You have accomplished something that has changed you forever. I my so proud of you and have so enjoyed watching this amazing story unfold. So glad I met you and proud to call you a friend. Can’t wait to see what you take on next! Much love!!!

    Liked by 1 person

  3. I loved starting my day by reading your blog and I’m really going to miss it.
    I’m inspired to go out and do something. Haven’t figured out what it is yet – but I will!

    Liked by 1 person

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s