I remember when my Dad first took off my training wheels. Our driveway seemed like Everest and danger was just waiting for me on the asphalt. Like most Dads do, he encouraged me, pushed me until I had my confidence up, and then… I fell… multiple times. I was a walking skinned-knee.
I don’t remember the repeated falls but I do remember finding my balance through pedaling. “Keep pedaling” my Dad would say, but as a 5 yr old knows, it’s hard to concentrate on pedaling when you’re trying to balance.
Twenty One years later, I’m not sure I’ve learned a whole lot. I had an idea to start a blog, but I’m so focused on my fear of failure that I cant seem to get momentum.
What if people don’t like my blog? What if I don’t like it?
I don’t have much good content anyway. Do people even want to read what I have to write?
Now, I know that I’m not going to end up a walking band-aid, what’s the worst that can happen? I fail? That’s going to happen anyway. It’s time to move past that. I hope content will flow as easily for me as riding a bike does now. Left, right, left, right, This blog is going to be pedaled into existence and balance. A continuation of movement in a forward direction. The central theme will revolve around mostly my own reflections, reflections of others, the joys of life, life’s questions, and our own questions, with a cycling spinal cord.
Ok. I’m obsessed with cycling.
Phew, I said it. Since returning from Afghanistan in July 2013, cycling has become an absolute integral part of who I am. I never thought of myself as a cyclist before. I had a bike as a kid, so did you. But things have changed. I have become obsessed. My bike is not only where I think and how I get around, it is both the cause and effect of my identity.
More on all of that later, that was just an introductory note on myself.