"For what it's worth, we have nice things but they don't work"; it's a quote I was reminded of during a rather spirited break table discussion last week. Well maybe discussion is not the right word, more of a impromptu therapy session. Wherein, we make cracks on ourselves and each other about the fact that we have chosen to be adults who work on bicycles as a career. Certainly not glamorous work most days, and definitely not the kind of thing that makes you excess amounts of disposable cash. Despite the fact that I try to remind myself often, I still sometimes forget that's not why I do it. It's not why any of us do it. I am of course, assuming. But I am pretty sure I am right.
If I had to guess, I would say we stay because we remind each other of, or consider each other family. Dynamic interactions and a sense of belonging is sometimes much more appealing than the trappings of a normal 9:00 to 5:00. I know it is for me. Knowing that everyday you can depend on people to be there for you no matter what, or consistently let you down is comforting. Just like a real family, I cannot stand some of the people I am around everyday, but I deal with it the best way I know how. A combination of inappropriate jokes and total avoidance. Somewhat childish, always effective. Seriously though, I really do consider some of these dudes my family. That is why I do what I do. I am glad to be reminded sometimes, that I really am lucky, despite what my bank account says.
I had no intentions of writing any kind of holiday themed post, so even at the risk of being cheesy I am just going to come out and say it. I am totally, (mostly) thankful.
For my various families. The ones that keep me sane. The ones that keep me fed. The ones that have my back. The ones that know how to party. The ones that call me on my shit. Even the ones that really suck. I am thankful.
If you feel like I am talking to you, I probably am.
Thankful for my families. All of them. This is where I've been.