Guest Post: Jamey Erickson // @jameyerickson
One of the things that inspires me the most is that tiny moment of fear before stepping into the unknown. Its easy to get comfortable in life, especially as you get older. We buy cars, houses, travel in cushy hotels and watch our favorite Thursday night comedies on our TiVo when its most convenient for us (aka: Monday evening when there's literally nothing else worth watching). So its easy to lose touch with the little spark of fear. That fear that grounds you and opens an entirely new world of possibility at the same time.
So what's my point? Good question! The end of March brings my birthday. I used to love my birthday, but this year I felt a bit morose. I felt like I'd become stale. I didn't care that I'd lost another year of my youth, I felt like I'd lost a year's worth of spark. I knew I needed some sort of inspiration, some sort of unknown to step into, but where is that unknown for someone who's 31, married, owns a home, two cars, a small dog, has been all over the world and even sent things into a low-orbit space. Well, I decided to make a rash decision (and by rash, I mean somewhat well thought out, as the term "rash decision" changes quite a bit once you're married and into your 30's). Sunday, April 1st, I made a phone call and set it all up. I was selling my car and buying a bike. I was giving up the most convenient thing in my life and forcing myself to take the more difficult path. Biking isn't difficult, but we all know how much easier it is to get in a car and drive, even if its just 6 blocks to the Kwik-E-Mart. Its freeing, in a sense.
So at the end of my first full week of biking only, I've learned something. I, as a human, need drastic change. It fuels me. It makes me rethink the things I think I know. It keeps me on my toes. It inspires me. I've had the most productive week yet this year and its been amazing.