So, where does that leave this blog? Where does that leave Graylady Riders? I'm thinking, right here. Just where I am. I may not be ready to ride, to be fair - I may never be ready to ride again - not like I did. But I am ready to live my life as a Gray Lady Rider. My hair tells me that! My life tells me that wheels don't determine your "ride", rather, your life determines that.
You can either choose to ride your life or you can choose to be a passenger. Me? I'm a rider. I ride my own ride. I ride my own life. In the past few months I have chopped trees, cleared land, built steps, killed a snake (should have left it be..), scorpions and moved more spiders than anyone should have to. I've thrown out my back to the point where I could not walk, been through physical therapy and had to learn what limitations are. All the while, Baby sits in the garage waiting for me to ride. But not riding a motorcycle has not limited me in living my life. In fact, I've changed more in one year than I have in several.
I'm not sure who reads this - to be fair - I'm not sure it matters. Just like riding my own ride, this blog is my way of figuring out my life. If I'm lucky, there are others that are doing the same and that this is a way to let them know - they are not alone.
Life changes you. It makes you different and how you manage that change determines you, your future and direction. I think I like the direction I am moving now.
RoadRunner
