My New 21-Speed Bike

There’s something so incredibly liberating about coasting down the street, standing on the pedals flying, on top of the world.

And while I grow older and more reflective with each passing day, I realize I don’t want to hide the person I am, who I’ve always wanted to be. And I think high school really fucks up that goal. Because unwritten social rules conquer all and until you’re fully over it, done with college and standing on your own do you realize none of it matters. And even if it did, none of it matters anymore.

Because the friends the came and went are gone, the ones that stuck by you are considered to be your closest confidantes, and I am still the same punk-rock stricken, Star Trek obsessed girl who likes to ride her two-wheeler on beautiful clear skied days. Although I am 24 going on 25, the 14-year-old girl who found hope in Green Day and did her best to consciously avoid full conformity is still me. She’s still inside. And she will always exist even though I grow and change everyday. And while I’m nursing my sore tush (not yet used to that bike seat), she’s wondering what took me so long to get back to riding. Because we are who we are and when we like the things we like, it just clicks. And when you feel all is right in the world, it is. That’s your true nature. And that’s what I want to pursue and embrace for the rest of my life.