Look Ma, No Hands!

Photographer Unknown

I feel like my Dad just took the training wheels off my bike.  I feel like I am getting the hang of riding the bike of life, and now I know what to do when I fall off, see a big hill, and how much pressure to apply to the brakes to gain control going downhill.  

I know that all the elements on the way cannot be controlled by me, but if I pay attention, I can navigate the course with the best intentions.

I know I can always pivot, if needed.

There is one destination, so the goal is to enjoy the journey.

I like the scenic route.

I'm not a highway kind of girl.  I like to wake up early and take the longest, yet safest way possible to all destinations.

I feel at peace when I take the way that is calm enough to think, to hear, to ponder, to come to a conclusion of understanding.

I wish I could say that I was in no rush to arrive at my destination, but some days I am not... Some days I am enjoying the trees along with a cool breeze; the road I'm on has smooth pavement, so I let go of the handlebars, lift my hands above my head as high as I can stretch them and coast...

  Thinking, "Look, Ma, no hands!"  

And just before I get too comfortable, I see the fork in the road. Now I know that is not when I grab the handlebars.   This is when I wait a little longer, the bike will coast in the direction I am meant to head in, and that's when I hold on and pedal a little more. 

I coast into position, and the destination will gently greet me.