For the past 6 days, I’ve been riding a bike. It’s my first time riding in 5 years, and it’s been an awkward mix of terrifying and awesome. The little dirt roads in Caye Caulker are perfect for my non-riding ass. I’m really proud of myself. Every day, I’m a little better, a little more confident, a little less wobbly (I only crashed twice!). And the feeling of riding even though I’m scared is incredibly freeing. It’s a reminder to just keep going, push through the fear, even when I don’t know what I’m doing and I’m afraid of falling.
Moving to another country and all that entails has been so many things. Sometimes it’s easy to get caught in what isn’t working and what feels hard. I’m remembering to just get back on and keep trying.