For many years I have been a tricycle for life.
past year, this life said "hey ... it's time for a change, and you're an adult and you give ... the next step."
I did not understand at first what I mean, life is speaking. But then I thought " ... jo, the changes are scary, but on the other side if you do not, you do?".
Sometimes changes are necessary, sometimes unavoidable, others are a bit of everything.
And I've always been ... a brave woman, despite walking in tricycle for fear of giving me a bike ostia.
But as I say, I heard last year of life. And then I decided, to change, tricycle to bicycle. But the step was ... "bicycle with two small wheels."
vertigo
That gave me a place to ride so high!. I felt panic, imagining that face embedded in the cement of my sidewalk!. Too bad ... I looked toothless in the event that my mouth would come, if I fell to the ground ...!. But that gave me peace of mind ... the two wheels!.
And once the initial shock passed, I began to enjoy what they offered me the bike with training wheels. Pedal and pedal
, but I felt I was trapped, I wanted to go faster but could not. I felt that I had controlled tricycle and walked in with my eyes closed if it were necessary, but with that bike ... was half.
And then came the great day ... take off the rear wheels. Fear God I had at first. My sister yelled "NO suelteeeeeeeessssss me." And she told me not to worry, that pedaling.
And I began to ride with great joy. The air moved my bangs, and the trees were in my hand very quickly. I tried to turn around and hold the handle to tell my sister, this was great que estaba contenta y que me gustaba mucho eso de andar en bici.
Pero cuando me giré...estaba yo sola andando en bicicleta. Mi hermana estaba lejos y me saludaba con la mano.
En ese instante, me volvió el miedo pero transformado en terror. Pero ese estado de pánico me duró poco tiempo. Pasados unos segundo, miré hacia adelante, me sujeté bien fuerte del manubrio y comencé a disfrutar del paseo.
Y cuando me relajé, comencé a sentir algo muy placentero: la sensación de libertad y de seguridad.
Comencé a disfrutar mientras me felicitaba a mi misma por haberme animado a intentar, quitarme las dos rueditas.
Acto seguido me dije "... Fine by me, I did it !!!".
Now that I'm an expert at riding a bike, I have my hobbies. I like bikes with low spout and basket. The spout
low (as they say in Argentina) is because it gives me the assurance that, if insurmountable obstacles, I can always jump and avoid falling.
This ... the jump, oddly enough, is something I do very much. If there are problems, threw the bike to the ground and jump, because the important thing is that I do not hurt me.
And that is all this history of the bike?
Well, my new goal in life is biking . I know
seems a poor goal, but for me a lot. Having a goal in my personal circumstances is the ostia!.
And when one is clear what he wants, that "something" ... appears.
Next Tuesday June 22 I'm from Spain, to live (at least for a long time) near the mine in Buenos Aires. Making this decision has been as difficult as encouraging me to take the training wheels, bike with training wheels to the rear.
But the decision has been made, no turning back, soon leave to my beloved Madrid.
I do not know how long I will be in Argentina, just know that I took from Spain the most valuable thing I have, my dear Dido.
I have given, thrown away, donated .... many things that I accumulated over 22 years, but things are just that, things ... and every so often is well rid of them.
Because when you start a new life, must start from scratch. And here I am.
Now I'm going to cross the Atlantic again, I decided to leave Spain tricycle parked in a good place with good weather and good views because he is very demanding and not leave him anywhere.
but they did not because the very English and not adapt to another country, I know ... I know we've been together a long time.
Here is my tricycle but here I have a bike with low spout and basket.
From now on, when you write will be from the other side, from a different climate from a different time, from another continent, from another life and from a bicycle. And from another blog called ... biking ... or something! and I'll tell you.
But I will remain Kiri. But I'll Kiri ... the bicycle.
A kiss to all.
And please take care of this little corner of the planet is very upset but I love him. A
care!.
