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First Time

So I could write about the amazing steaks and chard the roomie cooked tonight but they were completely overshadowed by my first ride on my motorcycle.  I can't even begin to describe the pure joy it was just riding around the parking garage.  So exciting that I almost forgot to put my feet down on my first trip and almost dropped the bike.  Actually I think I was jumping like a weird little leprechaun and forgot that I had to hold the bike up.  And there was a whole lot of squealing.  It was the most freeing feeling.  And I never made it out of second.

So I told someone tonight that I finally rode it and his reaction "its about time, I'm surprised you held out as long as you did."  My answer: it intimidated me.  I didn't/ don't know what Im doing and some times that fear paralyzes me.  Most days I eat it up and use it to make me better.  And other days it paralyzes me.    Im frozen by my fear of failure.  Reality is I can't know everything.  Thats the journey of life.  Learning things as we go along.  Now I just have to decide on a helmet color and find a jacket.      

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