I have a new bike.
I am still in shock, and it's been sitting in my house for an entire week now.
I was not planning to become the owner of a new bike, but the universe was doing it's little conspiring thing, and suddenly this beautiful piece of machinery appeared in my life.
thus, I have a new bike, and my old bike is having it's little self tweaked in preparation for its movement to a new owner.
and this is why I am content to go to spin class and wait for spring to truly arrive before I ride outside: I'm afraid to take this beautiful new thing out into the real world.
it's gorgeous, it's clean, it's shiny, it's healthy.
I will make it dirty, marred and marked, and miserable.
I have some work to do, don't I?
I've been processing all of this for the past week, and I know that I will eventually make peace with the situation, and take this shiny new thing out to introduce it to my reality. which will become its new reality.
once I get over the shock of having a new bike in my life.