Monday, July 20, 2009

The Way I Love My Bike

I love my bike. I love the living you-know-what out of it. I think it is the best bike in the world. In the universe. It was a generous gift given to me by my brother for my 40th birthday. He let me pick out any bike I wanted at his bike shop, and then let me pick out any and all accessories to customize it into my dream bike. And so there it dream bike, realized.

When I ride it around my little part of town, some people shout out something nice and complimentary about my bike. Some people sort of just laugh (and when I say laugh, I mean sneer). And others don't seem to notice my hot little bike at all.

But whether people love it, hate it, or are indifferent to my bike, I love it just the same.

It would be pretty empowering to love myself in just this same way. I tend to want to change the things about myself I fear others don't like. I feel either good, or bad about myself in relation to what others seem to think. But if I loved myself the way I love my bike, I'd love my hot pink wheels and never contemplate changing them back to a standard black tire. I would feel fine that 10+ speed bikes whiz past me, and I'm happily moving much slower with my 1-speed pace. I'd feel great to receive compliments about my voice, my songs, my clothes, my writing, etc- but that wouldn't define whether I am "good" or not.

Some people see my bike, and if they're like me, they think it's super cute. If they're not like me, maybe they just don't see it the way I do. And all of that is ok.

And that is the way I would like to love myself.

1 comment:

fleetwood said...

Thanks for sharing that with me and I'm glad you love the bike. Its definitely "Kerri Arista" 100%!!! You did a great job selecting "pink" accessories ;)