I Used to Wet the Bed

I distinctly remember as a child thinking to myself, “I will always wake up early on Saturdays to watch cartoons,” and wondering how anyone could do anything different… ever. I also remember wetting the bed, a lot. It was cold. It was not good. My point is, things change. Even personal absolutes (like watching cartoons) that I thought would never, ever, ever change.

queen“…get on your bikes and ride!”
Queen (from Fat Bottomed Girls)

Afternoons cruising Natchez Trace. Picking up my babe. Nodding at bicyclers. Not falling over. The fantasy of owning a hog became reality in 2007. This was after years and years of wanting one. It was everything I dreamed, except the part about picking up my babe. And nodding at bicyclers. And not losing my key in a corn maze. But still, it was awesome.suzuki2It took all of a day for my mom and sister to tell me on the phone, “You should sell it.”  There wasn’t a chance of that happening. I was the brand new owner of a mean machine and thought to myself, “I will always have this bike.” But things change. Even personal absolutes.

I sold the bike almost a year ago now and haven’t missed it for a second. All this begs the question, though, what’s next? Are there things in my life that I’m sure will never change? I love living in Nashville and don’t foresee leaving. I recently had a major overhaul on the food I eat. I have a job that I really enjoy. Are changes in any of these areas on the horizon? Not sure, but I can tell you one thing…

I don’t wet the bed anymore and that’s all you need to know about that!

-Out of the Wilderness

 

post about loving the motorcycle, never planning to sell it

then one day, selling it… by choice

right now it’s Nashville, I can’t imagine living somewhere else

what will it be 5 years from now, 10 years?

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