Today I rode a motorcycle for the first time ever. (Don’t tell my mom)
I looked at the old Yamaha with trepidation. I strapped on the helmet and swung my leg over the seat, careful to avoid the exhaust pipe. With my feet firmly planted on the pegs, I rested my hands on K’s sides as he went over some ground rules.
“And you’ll want to hold on,” he said as he wrapped my arms around his torso.
With that, we were on our way. It was exhilarating. I felt sexy on the back of that bike, my face obscured by the helmet, fingers gripping the chest of a handsome, tattooed man who looks better on a bike than anyone ever has.
He glanced over his shoulder to smile at me and my heart leapt. I flipped up the visor on the helmet and I couldn’t help but let out a giddy laugh as I felt the wind on my face. It’s a perfect day here 55 degrees and sunny in the middle of February, and it felt so good to be outside without a jacket. I loved being on that motorcycle.
I’m still on a high from that ride.
I had the kind of morning that makes it impossible to stop smiling, even a couple of hours later. After the ride we got breakfast, where conversation was easy and I felt radiant. As I sit here now, listening to Fleetwood Mac and thinking about the incredible amount of fun we had, I can feel nothing but ridiculously happy.
So many times in the last couple of years I’ve been hard on myself for the way my life has turned out thus far. I’ve been hung up on trivial details and have ignored all the great things. I have a job that, for the most part, allows me to pay the bills and have fun. I am surrounded by friends who support and encourage me, and I keep company with a hilarious and unique individual who makes me feel great about myself.
It took sitting on the back of a bike to realize that right now, I have everything I need to be happy. I am where I’m supposed to be, I’m becoming who I’m meant to be, and I’m grateful to be realizing that after what felt like years of struggling.
Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have to see a guy about buying a motorcycle.