2020

2019 ended and so entered 2020 Bill who was ready to ride into whatever dangers the world would dare impose onto him. I marched readily and confidently into this new year regardless of what struggles would lie ahead. After all, I was healed from all the pain and strife that had plagued me so. The version of myself who could not even see tomorrow was finally put to rest, the version of myself who wanted to quit and be content with never know just how far he could go had been put in his coffin. Now there was only the version of myself who saw the bountiful future, who had for the first time in his life, hope.

My motorcycle became a huge part of my life and identity since the start of 2020. I had bought it from my friend towards the end of 2019 but it wasn’t until the craziness that was Covid-19 that I became able to awaken the wanderlust that riding on two wheels brought me.

Right before Covid-19 hit I moved back home to my parents house as I had decided to help take care of my father with Parkinson’s. I packed all of my things from the place where I battled some pretty tough demons and made my way home ready to face whatever demons and burdens awaited me there.

I remember going to a Chinese temple during New Years in February and asking the monk about the certainty of my decision to seek out a new job and new position. The monk read my fortune for me and told me that no matter if I chose to leave or stay, I would be prepared for the journey.

And then Covid-19 happened, the lockdowns happened, and the monk was right being prepared for the journey because there was a silver lining in this world wide pandemic whether or not I chose to leave or stay.