Some people might call me timid. I don’t exactly run around bursting with ideas for crazy assed things to do…in fact I don’t overly express many things.
I tend to be afraid to try new things. Some of this is fear of failing (huge!) or at least of not doing *well enough* if I did try something…and part of it is sort of generalized social anxiety. I avoid going into new shops – or trying on clothes in certain stores for that matter – for this very reason.
Anyhow. Life kicked me in the face this year, several times actually. I bent, broke, mended to the best of my ability and shattered again. It’s a work in progress.
No one would call me athletic. I don’t have too many overly active hobbies for various reasons.
He, is into biking. He encouraged me and eventually I wound up with the bike previously belonging to a friend who had moved out of the province.
I was pretty sure I wouldn’t be able to ride a bike anymore…probably hadn’t been on one in 15 years.
But, apparently you actually don’t un learn this skill – no lie!
Having the bike gave me a way to challenge myself physically. To decompress. To do something new at a time where everything old was falling to pieces. And the ability to do things I didn’t think I would be able to do, without her. He probably doesn’t know it, but he gave me a huge gift in pushing me towards this decision. (although, sadly – we’ve never gone anywhere together via bike yet)
So it was a stepping stone, a building block and completely out of character for me.
(a daily prompt entry)