Skinned Shins and All

Yesterday, my girlfriend, her daughter, and a friend (with her daughter) and I all went for a picnic/bike ride around the far East side. I hadn’t been on a bike in two years, and it was such a great feeling, wind in my hair, sweaty under my helmet, watching for cars and other riders. It was GREAT. I haven’t had a bike since I sold mine when I left college, so it was really, really nice to be on one. When we got to our second park (a huge play area complete with castles and dragons and lots of things to play on), I found out that the bike I was borrowing was possibly for sale, as it was someone’s former bike (she got a new one). Sounds great, but it was such a nice bike, I was sure it would be at least $100 or more. And I just don’t have that spare right now.

But no worries. We played and played and played, and then we rode back to the house. My girlfriend asked if the bike really was for sale, and how much. I was really shy, nervous, didn’t want to get my hopes way up and then have them dashed. She said “$40.”

WHAT?

Yeah, this really nice Trek bike for $40. It fits me perfectly, is this great burgundy color, and I love it. And then, I got the helmet for $5. So now, after talking about wanting a bike for, oh, months, I have a new bike, a new helmet, and a wonderful summer of biking ahead of me.

And I don’t even mind that I scraped my shin on the teeth of the pedal. It only hurt mildly, and I’m over it now.

I have reached a place in my life where I am able to manifest the things I want and need at an alarmingly rapid rate. And I am grateful to the Universe for all it is, and continues to provide.

I love my life!