It’s the end to another weekend. Confession time!
Tonight’s confession: I’m scared to ride my bike.
I first realized that I’m nervous/fearful/anxious about riding my bike, while driving around today. It was a perfect 72 degrees and sunny. For the first time, I put the top down on the Mini. It was wonderful. I was watching people riding down the Mount Vernon Trail and Rock Creek Park. I was completely jealous.
Ok, I know how to ride a bike. I own a bike. I have a helmet and all sorts of other accessories to make the ride very enjoyable. What’s stopping me? I’m worried about looking silly or doing something “wrong.”
Those thoughts are insane and ridiculous. Yet, the same thing that holds me back from pulling out my bike and going for a ride is what stops from doing so many things in my life.
What if I look silly trying to run a 5K?
What if I do something wrong while I’m learning a new language?
What if I look silly allowing myself to fall in love?
These feelings are normal and natural, at least that’s what my therapist might tell me. However, I’m tired of allowing them to hold me back from experiencing everything that life has to offer.
This picture was taken last year when I was test-riding my bike. It’s so cute.