lucybychoice

10-02-2026

I’m listening to Beethoven piano because it’s what was playing in the living room of a man I went to meet for a Facebook Marketplace purchase and it’s what my parents used to play in our living room as I was growing up and I wanted to listen again. It’s fall and I have not written since the winter. Where did all those days go? Welcome back.

In my last blog post I discussed my birthday, and cycling, and that I wasn’t scared anymore really. The news are the following: it stopped being my birthday. I kept cycling. I’m scared about new things now. And I’ve always gone by Lucy but now I go by Lucy.

Over the summer I experienced yet again the highs and lows of close friendships. I don’t want to get into that, except that like five times a year I am reminded that communication is the most important thing in any relationship of any kind ever. I don’t have more to say on that.

I’ve been riding my bike a lot, like I just said, I think it was nice to do something different, but also I enjoyed making that choice, having the ability to choose between running and riding, or even choosing to take the day, week, month off. I trained with no goal in mind for a number of months, then took a huge step back and while I've been active, I haven't had structured workouts in a month and a half, because I didn't feel like it. Except now i’m itching again, and i signed up for a half marathon, and i want to run fast at it and i’m excited about that, i’m excited about running again, I haven’t felt that in almost a year, it’s nice to have, and I have it because it was my decision. It’s important to maintain agency in your hobbies, that’s lesson number two of this blog post, make sure you still have a choice. This only matters if you want to keep enjoying your hobbies. If you don’t care then it doesn’t matter. Though I'm afraid it’s already too late.

I’m rambling again. I seem to do a lot of that here. I treat this a bit as a diary, in case you couldn’t tell. I apologize. I quite enjoyed the structure of some of my previous pieces, either having a more artistic, freeform poetry vibe or more of an essay vibe with a specific focus. This is neither of that–once again, sorry. I’m making my nest again. Rekindling this relationship and conversation. Bear with me.

I’m taking a creative writing class and it’s more reading than writing and I don’t love that. I write to share or I don’t write, and I wish it was more writing and talking about our writing instead of reading and talking about our reading/someone else’s writing. I don’t know if I’m learning much to be honest. But the practice is good. I’m happy to be writing again.

This feels like the little footbath at the entrance of an indoor pool so I won’t drag it on. In August I went to Vancouver Island and it was so so beautiful. I leave you with a picture of mountains I took while out there.

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