15 minutes.

Never underestimate the power of 15 minutes.   

There are times in my life that I felt like I was at my best. Those times where my hair was perfect and I said just the right thing at just the right time. I sang all the right notes and nailed that joke in the second set.  

Magic. Those moments are amazing because they don’t happen very often. Sometimes I try to create the circumstances so as to produce those moments. Isn’t that what life is all about? Do the things that bring you joy and magic?  

One of the times involved a bicycle. I would ride 100 miles a week. Sometimes in a day! It was my meditation. My thoughts, my bike and the road. The purest edition of Nikki time I could muster at the time. 

About 6 years ago, I experienced a series of fairly tragic moments, and put my bike on the shelf, along with a lot of other things that made me happy.  

One by one, I’ve been digging those things back up and out and re-integrating them into my life.  

Friday was the day I got back on my bike. I committed to 30 minutes, but it only took 15. 

I rode hard. I got sweaty. I hadn’t felt that good in a reeeeeally long time. It was a high that was unlike any drug I have ever taken. I cried in the shower it was so powerful. I felt like a piece of me had been restored. Like I was back. At least, that part of me. 

15 minutes was all it took.

What are you going to do with your 15 minutes?

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