Starting to pedal myself.

Journal, when I learned how to ride a bike, it was far passed the the normal age that a kid takes the training wheels off. Like seriously, embarrassing. I don't know why I was afraid to take them off. (Probably because I didn't want to fall over and- as Ben Stiller would say, 'Bleed my own blood') but I was. I remember when I finally figured out the process of riding a bicycle. The fear did't magically fall behind on the sidewalk with the training wheels. I was still freaking out, though I was doing what I was supposed to. The excitement came. When I realized my effort was actually leading somewhere, I got high from the sense of freedom. anywhere I could walk, I could pedal to in a fraction of the time. The places that were too far to walk, suddenly weren't so far away. the last two and a half weeks brought be the same feeling I experienced back then. I outed myself on Facebook as a writer. I launched a website. I bought my name on the internet. My training wheels are off. I didn't write anything yesterday. I mostly read. I read about different paths I could ride down with my shiny new career. My neighborhood just got a lot bigger. I'm starting to find a cadence, a rhythm. I'm gonna keep pedaling. There's a lot of places to see.