Don’t confuse my personality with my attitude. My personality is who I am. My attitude depends on who you are.
Better is the enemy of good enough.
It always seems impossible until its done.
You can die riding your bike on a sunny afternoon on a lonely, arrow-straight road just outside of town. The thing you love can kill you. And it still might.
But you don’t stop, because you aren’t dead or defeated. And one day the sound of cars won’t feel how it does now, and existence on the road will go back to the buzzing symphony of hubs clicking and voices floating.
[...] but fear is a constant light rain, rusting out belief and trust.
You know, success for me would be that [my children] never have the opportunity of being in the presence of someone like me.
Progress, not perfection.