say “yes”

A few years ago I decided to make a conscious effort to say “yes” more often. The idea was that if you get invited to somethings and you say, “aww, I can’t,” or give one of those “maybes” that really mean “nah, I’ll most likely cancel at the last-minute,” then after a while, you stop getting those invitations and one day you are sitting at your desk at 7:00pm on a Friday night wondering why you are alone.

I am kind of a very social recluse. I know, that sounds like an oxymoron. I don’t always notice when I’ve spent a lot of time alone. I get used to it. But I also crave interaction with others. I need those human connections. But it’s easy to get lazy or, after spending many hours alone, shy away from going out. It becomes a cycle: I haven’t been out in hours, so I don’t feel like venturing out, so I stay alone for more hours, which makes me not want to deal with the hassle of the outside world even more…. it’s self-perpetuating.

Because I know I have the propensity to fall into that pattern, I decided to say “yes” more often.

“Yes!” I would love to go to your pool party this coming Sunday.
“Yes!” I will help out with the creek cleanup.
“Yes!” I will volunteer to host at the film festival.

And I almost always have fun at these things. And even the times I haven’t had such a fabulous time, I’ve learned something. Sometimes the learning is just knowing I can suck it up enough to get through whatever it was! Ha!

One of the really cool things about saying “Yes!” is that other cool things tend to happen because of it. I meet new people, I get invited to something else interesting, maybe I learn a new recipe… there’s always something.

And it’s wonderful.

new family member

I borrowed Steve’s pickup truck, rode with Steve up to the South Rim area of the Grand Canyon park, and bought a bike from Steve. It was a little confusing.

Who goes to the Grand Canyon and don’t go see the Big Hole?
Crazy motorcycle addicts do!
When we got to South Rim to meet Steve, this is the bike he showed us. A 1978 Kawasaki KL250

KL_right

It started, ran, stopped. And was fun to ride!
Sold!

me_KL2

It helps if you bring a ramp when you get a bike, but it was small and there were some guys hanging around, so we recruited them.

KL_up to truck

After getting the bike and requisite box of spare parts loaded up (old bikes always come with tons of spares. some of the stuff might even be useful) and all the hand-shaking over with, Steve and I headed back.

kl_mirror

Now my Hawk has another friend!

me_KL4

Thanks, Steves!

we’re all mad here*

You can tell by the amount of pithy sayings about motorcyclists that we are a little off-kilter from those who don’t ride. Neither snow nor rain nor heat nor gloom of night** will keep a motorcyclist from riding when they feel the call of the road.

It’s really not very cold today but as I started to get some gear on for a little toodle after work, I thought, “It’s a bit chilly. I should bundle up.”
So, bundle I did.
However, it’s hard to hide from all of the wind chill. But I didn’t care. It’s a lovely day and I was on my bike. Sure, it ‘feels like’ 47° out, but that’s almost 50° and that’s almost balmy. Never mind the cold air blowing down my coat like a TourMaster ram air intake, it was great to be out on the road.

So, bring it on, Winter!
You won’t dampen my motorcycle spirit!
I’ve ridden in Chicago snowstorms, I’m not afraid!

(that said, I prefer 80’s and sunny)

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* Said the Cheshire cat.
** Unabashedly grifted from the Postal Service creed.
Of course, they stole it from Herodotus.
It is true, there is nothing new under the sun. wink

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