Oh, alone time, I treasured your every second! Back on Friday I had begged off of going motorcycle gear shopping with Ray and his son so that I could spend a couple hours alone. At 9am I took Furface into the trail for an early morning, sweaty walk and by the time I got back, Kyle had come and picked Ray up and they were gone. I spent the morning taking a long bath, cooking up some protein for the week ahead, drinking (and getting addicted to) bone broth while sitting on my rocking bench outside reading a book. I had lunch alone, poured myself some tea and then realized that my body was asking for some rest. A glorious hour later I woke up, did some laundry and then fiddled around outside in the garden. Ray and Kyle got home around 4 and then we all went together to Andrea’s to pick something up (and check out the newly painted nursery) and then we went out to Maple Ridge to see George. George is Ray’s ex-wife’s boxer….and before she got together with Jamie, we babysat him on most weekends and taught him how to sleep in our bed with us! Turns out that George has bone cancer and is approaching his end time. As soon as we found out on Saturday, there was no question we would go out to see him right away. He seemed in good spirits and was happy to see us all, including Gracie. I got some solid snuggles in with him and gave him the world’s supply of soft snout-kisses and ear whispers. He’s ten years old and they’ve decided (rightfully) that they won’t be aggressively treating him. When he’s no longer comfortable or in good spirits, he’ll head for the Rainbow Bridge to hang with Brandy, Mattie, Rhysa, Sierra, Snoopy, Paris and all the other pets that our family has loved and lost.
Sunday morning was another up-early and we did some errands and then it was time for me to bite the “don’t like new things” bullet and go on my own to a town an hour away and do some one-on-one motorcycle training. I was nervous and apprehensive to say the least. The ride out was cold and a bit drizzly and I had every bad thought and phrase about myself going through my head. Ugly, stupid, can’t do it, don’t bother, useless, loser. Once I met the guy (VERY nice, VERY knowledgeable, VERY calming) and we started the training, I put all those shitty thoughts out of my head and replaced it with “I can do it!”. Honestly, at first it seemed sort of lame and cliché….but it opened up my mind to be able to hear what he was saying and then carry out the instructions….and lo and behold, I COULD do it! The guy is retired Vancouver Police Department Motorcycle Unit member and has won medals in motorcycle handling and skills courses. And he teaches you to ride…..like an officer; professionally, confidently and completely in control. He had a perfect combination of in your face motivation, logical explanations and continuous praise and encouragement. And the first time that I successfully pulled off a trickier maneuver, I looked in my mirror and he was jumping up and down with his hands in the air cheering. It was so genuine and passionate that it made me even more confident.
Unfortunately halfway through our 2 hour session, my clutch cable jammed and I had to get Ray to come and get me and my bike on the flatdeck. While we were waiting for him to get there the instructor had me ride his bike through the maneuvers….his 2014 H-D Limited.
I nearly frigging died…..but………..he had enough confidence in what I had learned and he wanted me to prove it to myself. Crazy! I ended up doing some tight u-turns and other maneuvers through the cones for a while and then we called it a day. Fortunately when we got it home, Ray had my bike basically fixed (still needs an $80 part to finish the job but I rode it to work today) and the next lesson is booked for mid of July. It felt amazing to challenge my fear/anxiety and then have a really awesome result (not the breakdown…that sucked…the part before the breakdown). Very empowering.
Throughout the weekend I tried to put my critical voice away and focus on how I was feeling and that I am enough just as I am. I didn’t put makeup on for my alone day on Saturday or my riding school on Sunday, I didn’t heat-straighten my hair and I put on clothes that were comfortable and fit with what I was doing. And to be truthful, I felt better overall in confidence and self-awareness! Even this morning I feel still calmer and more at ease and generally accepting of myself. It’s kind of nice!