Palms sweaty... Mom's spaghetti...
Ready to drop bombs are we?
I should hope you mean in the figurative sense.
Now, it's plain to see that we all get the goosebumps, jitters, nerves and butterflies when something new begins.
Think back to your first kiss, first relationship, the first time you rode your push bike and you get a wide eyed look on your face. (check the mirror now, you'll see what I mean).
It's after having gone through with it that we feel that sense of accomplishment.
I think I may have been 4 or 5 years old when I jumped on my old little bike. Blue with silver plastic and metal stabilisers!
At first it was tough. I wanted to give up.
I'd had enough before I even truly tried.
My Mum tried to encourage me, but I was having none of it!
It's difficult at that age to look past mental barriers; you see an issue and you refuse to believe there is a resolution.
Painful times. How do you develop the inner strength and confidence to pick yourself up again?
One of the reasons that parents exist...
Is to help us build character and to help us grow in to the people that we are today.
Do you think that most of us would be fighters if we chose to quit and walk away, even as far as to accept a loss as the way things go?
Not I.
I was always taught that starting something new is always tricky, your mind has to adapt to a new method and way of acting. Once you attempt it, it becomes far easier to perform each time.
I know teachers sounded like broken records back in school, but they spoke the truth!
Sticking with the task at hand got me the results I needed...
Surprisingly enough, I was able to master the bike riding hullabaloo and was able to eventually ride without stabilisers, (not devoid of a few grazed knees along the way!). My Mum told me to keep on doing it despite how I felt and I pushed past my mental block, both myself and her, told me that I could do it if I kept trying and to do this day, I follow that mantra.
Let me know your thoughts on the matter...
