Surviving a crisis

I almost drowned once. No, I wasn’t caught by a rip tide. I didn’t lose my bearings and drift out to sea.

I’m speaking metaphorically.

I served in the leadership of an organization that went through a terrible ordeal—a conflict I’ve never seen the likes of elsewhere.

And it almost killed me.

Drowning—metaphorical or not—isn’t a pleasant experience. 

The thing is, however, that once you escape it and survive it, it re-calibrates your expectations. 

That heated conversation in a meeting? We can get past that. 

The difficulty planning logistics for a conference? We can muddle through. 

A challenging author? No worries. 

When you’ve survived extensive exposure to a near-toxic environment, just about everything else becomes manageable. As one former infantry officer put it, “Did anyone die?” If no one died; it’s a good day.

When you emerge after the crisis it’ll take you some time to find your feet again, but you will. 

I’m back in the saddle

Now that we’re pretty settled in Wheaton, I’ve decided that it’s time to get back on the bike. The truth is, cycling is the only form of exercise that I *love* to do. At least, I loved it when I was in shape.

My initial goal is to get into a regular rhythm of cycling.

Not huge distances.

No record-beating paces.

Just me and the bike–capturing the joy of the saddle.