I could have convinced myself that I can’t do it. And, believe me, my old self would have done exactly that. Quit without even trying. Scared of humiliation. Frightened of the possible failure. Held back by dozens of possible “what if’s” created in huge dimensions inside my mind.
But above everything else in my life, I’m a mom. And I couldn’t refuse my kids’ desire to go biking together. They were my motivation. Together with my good sparkfriends who cheered me on and urged me to try it.
And the journey began…
I made my first attempts on the previous weekend. I waited until late in the evening and when darkness fell and I could... fall as much as I wanted without anyone watching me, I got on my daughter’s bike.
I was looking for my lost balance in the dark…
At first, I couldn’t even complete one full circle of the pedals. I would lose my balance and get frustrated. Disappointment would set in… there’s a right age for everything…
Nonsense! The time is right when we make it right! I’ll try again.
The next day things got better. I managed to actually pedal for a few meters. And then a couple of more! And then I made a turn. And soon…
…I could actually ride a bike!!
During all these attempts my husband was always there for me. Advising me, encouraging me, believing in me. And when I finally succeeded, he thought it was time to reward me.
A gift. My own bike. The one I never had as a kid…
For me, this is and always will be the most beautiful bike in the world.
So, time to try it. And actually make my girl’s wish come true.
On Sunday afternoon we set off for the nearest park, all on our bikes.
Oops! No darkness to conceal my beginner’s clumsiness…
I was shaky. I wouldn’t go fast. I would stop when other bikers came near me. I was left behind. I was surrounded by experienced cyclists and people who had been on a bike all their lives!
I didn’t care.
I rode my bike for 90 minutes, enjoying every single one of them.
My girls were the best cheerleaders.
“Mom, you didn’t fall! Not even once!” (Thank God for that!)
“Mom, are you sure you just learned? You look like a pro!” (Yeah, sure! I’m only shaking out of enthusiasm!!)
The weather couldn’t be better for all this. Cloudy with a gentle wind and a magnificent sky above us.
My girls had their own reward for mom’s success. They gave me one of their fake tattoos. A meaningful one.
Spread your wings and fly, mom!
Bottom line: It’s never too late to try something new in life.
We’re never too old to chase any dream. We can see thousands of obstacles in front of us, we can find tons of excuses not to go ahead but the truth is usually only one:
Our mind can be the greater obstacle as well as our greater ally in anything that we want to achieve. What we are today is a result of our own actions, of the things we dared to try, of the changes we chose to work on. If we haven’t tried anything, we haven’t lost anything but we haven’t achieved anything either.
Choose one thing today that you have always wanted to try and give it a shot. It’s not late. Only your heart will tell you when it’s late. It will just stop beating.
Until then, just dream. Without limits.