Two veteran soldiers, an ex-military couple, would eventually turn out to be my greatest cheerleaders as I learned how to ride a bike. I was afraid of falling and getting myself hurt and so somehow along life’s way, I told myself I was too clumsy or heavy to ride a bicycle.
The WHY has to be important.
In one particular year during my professional development, the Director of Instruction said: You need to know your WHY.
My WHY then was:
I wanted to enjoy biking with my preschool boys. Plus have some personal time on my own.
So on many a Friday evening, you would see me practicing on my Walmart bike, going uphill and downhill in my neighborhood. I do not recall the names of my neighbors but I do remember how they would put their lawn chairs out, relax with their cold beer and watch me practice (and huff) those warm summer evenings. I definitely provided them a few good laughs and amusement.