My first bicycle was red.
As a five year old I rode up and down the driveway of our house in Mozambique until one day, my Dad decided to take the training wheels off.
I remember being nervous about falling and even more nervous about disappointing my Dad. He grabbed the back of the seat and started pushing me as I peddalled. All of a sudden he let go. I wasn’t aware of this until I looked over my shoulder and saw my Dad at the bottom of the driveway.
Incredulity took over, I couldn’t believe that I’d actually done it so quickly – ride a bicycle all on my own without the training wheels.
That’s been how I’ve experienced new things. Initially afraid and reluctant. Given a little push and I’m on my way, surprised that it was so easy.
Have you ever experienced something like that?
A time where you were afraid of trying something new or different or that you thought of as difficult?
And that after trying it out you surprised yourself?
And you wondered why you hadn’t tried it already?
And the next time you try it the fear is gone. It comes easily.
Like riding a bicycle.
