My son learned to ride his bike the other day. Yeah, the bike that's been sitting on our porch for a year. The bike that has been used as everything other than a bike -- a water wheel, a fortress, a stepstool, a weapon. The bike that's been locked to our porch with heavy duty kryptonite lock. Yeah, that bike.
I had worried whether my son would ever be interested in or able to ride his bike. Would he be physically coordinated? Or clumsy? Light on his feet? Or cloddy? Would he know when to stop? and how? (Oh, a mother's fearful thoughts). Every time I had introduced him to the bike, he would try it a little and stop immediately, interested in doing something else.
But the other day, he looked up and said, "Mommy, I want to ride my bike."
So I unlocked it, brought it down, gave him a few basic pointers, and watched him as he practiced for 45 minutes straight. And at the end of that 45 minutes, he was riding his bike as if he had been riding it for days.
What he showed me in that moment was power of commitment. In his simple statement, my son committed to riding his bike. And that is precisely what he did, until he had figured it out. Himself.
What that also told me is that people will know when they are ready to commit to something new. That even though the world may have an external timeline for us, deep down we know when we are ready to take that leap. My son knew. You can, too.
So my next question is, what are you ready to commit to?
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