I find myself writing a lot about transitions lately.
As a writer, you get better over time creating word transitions -- starts of sentences, beginnings of paragraphs, and new sections.
In writing, just like in life, transitions can be smooth or a bit bumpy. Or just neutral, in between.
We tried for the second time today to get Nate on a bike (the first being when he was around six, got one for Christmas, and lost interest in about 48 hours). He was a little wobbly, as he is finding his sense of balance, figuring out how to propel himself forward.
I got on one of our new bikes today too, and instantly wanted to throw up. It had been about 27 years since I'd been on a bike, the than a stationary one at the gym. Back then, I'd pedal through our neighborhood in Clearwater, riding for hours. I used to meet my schoolmate, who lived a few neighborhoods over, and we pretended like we were John and Ponch from CHiPs. Hey, it was the 80s.
So I wanted to throw up today, but not in front of my son and certainly not peddling zero miles an hour. I stepped on it and found that yes, remembering how to ride a bicycle is just like remembering how to ride a bicycle.
Nate did well. He's finding his balance and momentum, and wasn't too hard on himself that he didn't figure it out in a day. A good reminder that when it comes to transitions, it can take a bit.