It was a great weekend.
Even though Friday’s dinner was overpriced.
Even though we set an alarm for 6am on Saturday morning.
Even though Margaret River was absolutely freezing, and we were camping.
Even though I got scared of mountain biking again.
Even though we got lost riding to the pub and ended up riding through a pitch black forest.
Even though Andrew’s chain snapped during his race.
Even though I lost sight of them all two seconds into the race, got myself lost trying to find my way back to camp and took zero race photos.
Even though we were all exhausted.
It was great because:
On Friday night we ended up sharing red wine and dark chocolate in bed, instead of paying for an overpiced dessert.
We had the best car rides, including ridiculous sing-alongs and deep conversations.
To stay warm we drank red wine, so many beers and ate great pub food.
The mountain bike trails were absolutely beautiful, covered in wildflowers and greenery.
We did laugh about the irony of trying to take a short cut into town and going on a cross country adventure.
Andrew fixed his chain in no time, and they all finished the race without injury, and with smiles on their faces.
I got an hour of bushwalking in, listening to my ipod and contemplating life.
I also got to drive home, and we had burgers and wine for dinner, while watching Archer.
Sometimes, it’s not about every moment being perfect. Sometimes, things don’t quite happen the way you plan. I think that it’s important let yourself get frustrated, or scared, or pissed-off because of what you feel afterwards. Embracing the tough times or the stupid mistakes helps you to appreciate the good things.
And I know one very good thing I’ve got going on in my life: