Mira Rao

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Amazing 🤩 book 📖 🙏🔥

**ON YA BIKE**

She remembered that day so vividly.

The day she first flew.

Rocketing down the hill on her red banana-seat bike. The one with the glittery handlebars and tassels. She had never felt such freedom before (she was only 5 so she can’t be too hard on herself for that).

She was alone - finally balanced and moving fast, the wind slapping her face joyfully and playfully, beckoning her into a new phase of her life - one where she’d get to roll around the neighbourhood on her own. The freedom and fun in that invitation had held her through the gruelling process of learning. She remembered all the falls and scrapes and bruises of the day and now she loved them all.

Lately she has once again been trying to fly.

This time in business. This year it has been like opportunities have been laid in her path to taunt her - the door cracked open then slammed in her face.

Exciting new Ideas have lifted her up and then led her nowhere.

Confusion has blustered around her, knocking her off balance with a barrage of questions: “What it is that I actually do? What should I choose out of what I love to do? What do I want to do? What do the people I want to help, need me to do? Can all of that match up? Can I make a dignified living from it?”. She's bolstered herself with bravado and said a bold “YES!” to what she believed was her calling and then leaped out into deadening silence. In short, she has wobbled everywhere and face-planted - many times.

It’s even more difficult when she feels herself riding uphill, defying the gravity of those voices - the ones in her head and the ones emerging from the mouths of people she knows and loves.

“What are you doing all this for? Why make things so hard for yourself? I don’t really get it. Just go get a job, some peace, some stability and security.”

Nothing wrong with all that.

But. What if she had thought that way about riding? "What is the need? Why are you doing it - you can just safely, stably put one foot in front of the other and walk yourself around - you can already do that very well."

What if her beloved red roller had been allowed to just sit there and gather dust? She would never have known the joy, the independence of navigating her own way through her days. She would have missed the freedom of flying.

She would have been deprived the triumph of growth, believing and succeeding in what she knew absolutely with every bone in her tiny 5-year-old body - she was born to rumble.

So today as she picks herself up - again - from her latest stumble she reminds herself that when she just seem to be continually falling off, scraping her face against the gravel and not getting it, her time to fly in freedom will come if she can just keep getting back-up on that bike.

Affirmation: "For today, may I listen to that knowing in my bones, kiss my scraped knees and get back on the bike of my dreams and desires".