So. I’m like a kid with a new bike. I want to ride that shiny new beauty down the street but I’m not sure how. Where to start? Is my first attempt going to be a fabulous success or a wild ride toward disaster? What looks so effortless from afar takes on a whole new dimension when it’s me getting on. Truly, it would all be easier if I just parked that bike back in the garage and stuck to what I knew. Solid ground, on my own two feet.
Butohmygoshthat’ssoBORING, can I just say. Where’s the “livin’” life in that? Everyone knows (don’t they?) that easy isn’t usually better. I tell that to my kids all the time. I tell them that the best things in life, the things they’ll care about most, are the things that will stretch them beyond what’s comfortable. I tell them that no matter what happens, success or failure, hard work and effort are never wasted.
So here I am, taking my own advice. I’m stepping out. Practicing what I preach. Letting my kids watch me squirm a little. It’s great and it’s terrifying and it’s exciting and…I think I might have to throw up.
But I am not dissuaded.
I’m going for it.
Go for it girlfriend! You go! You’re doing great, keep pedaling!
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Be as determined as you were when you really wanted to learn how to ride your bike! You will succeed as you did then………….go Emily! Love, Mama