I kinda like being dirty and then clean again,
All teared-up and then laughing my brains out,
Exhausted and then rejuvenated the next morning,
Feeling the difference, accepting the whole ride.
I LIVE for those small moments of incredible joy in-between struggle,
Like powerful moments on the mountain by myself; a break away from a loud, party-crazy and misfitting employee-house,
Like playing my ukulele and writing a song in a quiet forest that I biked so far to reach,
Like taking a cold plunge into the ocean after a long day of hiking and sweating in the heat...