Occasionally, not to be morbid or anything, you have to wait for some test results. Hopefully it’s nothing serious, but because I am a leetle bit morbid sometimes, I wonder what I would do if the results were not as good as they could be.
I learned a little while ago that a colleague, following an unfortunately serious health diagnosis, would be taking a year’s leave without pay and doing all the things she needed to do before, you know. Occasionally, there are post cards from her and her caravan which is making its way around Australia. She’s fishing, swimming, surfing, seeing friends in every town she has them, lighting fires, reading books and enjoying every minute.
I think if things were, you know, serious, then I’d like to go on this bike ride.
I’d invite everyone I knew who might be able to take the time and the (not inconsiderable) money to come along with me, and I’d hope for at least one person to share the ride with, but ultimately, I think I’d be pretty happy for the ride on my own. I’d write as much poetry as I could muster, and take heaps of crappy instagram photos. I don’t meant to be over the top, like “could I die on my bike, please” over the top, but I just think if you’ve only got one lifetime, this looks pretty much once in a lifetime kind of excellent.
In the meantime, if I was looking to do something life affirming, I’d probably go on the Melbourne Roobaix.
Ride hard little diamonds. I’ll be keenly waiting the photographs!
eleanor j jackson 