Really.
I'm reading Parks & Recreation Journal (I know, right?!) and the difficulty of funding rural recreation.  Apparently, 80% live in urban environments now...and my heart skips a beat.
Rural entrepreneurship.  It's a 20%.
Last night, I drove both Greenie (poor girl, she's had a rough fall) and Red Ride (who, as always, is just marvelous.). A little boy wanted to ride in golf carts for his birthday, and that's what we did.  It was 46°, technically Ride Prescott is closed for the winter, and all of us had a blast.  
My business.
My passion.
My focus.
 Saw Rogue One again last night, consumed 1/2 a tub of popcorn, red vines and jr mints.  Complete crap and it was awesomeness.
Patience.
I am not going to rush anything.
I am going to be thoughtful and do things with purpose.
Ride is a quest in and of its own...when you add in fitness and the Bothans...yeah.  Three strands, that need braiding, not tangling.
So I figured out who the Bothans are:)
I've been a 20%er at times in my life.  80%er at others.
Not certain %er is a real word but...
The truth in all of it is this:  all I ever wanted was for others to succeed.  To have kindness brought to them.  Whether it be a tool for business or inspiration to exercise.  I just want to spread hope.
Of course, that's what rebellions are built on....
Hope.
Last night, I came home again delighted by this Nevil Shute/OnTheBeach/Moira&Dwight/Jyn&Cassian/RebelScum telling of the secret Death Star plans.  I shouldn't be-major spoiler here-all the rebels die.  Hope to overcome the Empire is bought by the lives of hundreds...but in essence...the 20%.
I may not be in the natural 20% who are genetically predisposed to exercise.
I chose to be.
Hope.
The critical factor which compels even the weakest to greatness.
Hope.
The anchor of our soul.
Hope.
What makes the 20% change the world for the 80%.
Hope.
Learning to weave these strands of my life together.  Hope for a simple braid.
I suspect I have the colors for a tapestry.
 
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