I was a different person yesterday, I thought. Just days before, I had been wrapped in the comfort of gratitude. Without warning, the tides of life and change and human evolution and eroded it all, leaving me with the sense that I was sitting on the ledge of disaster.
My husband had lost his job of 27 years. We had no health insurance, which was a terrifying proposition for someone living with type one diabetes. My cycling sponsors had just ended their support of the women’s team and the elite men, leaving me to wonder if I would race the next season or see my teammates again. My own job was a dead-end, with no opportunities for advancement or increases in income. I didn’t even have a 401k. Read more