Just wow… what a lucky girl you were! This is seriously excellent writing, literally taking us along for the ride. I can sense the moment you knew, your fear and shock. How depressing recovery is. I am so proud of and inspired by you recognizing it’s time to give it up. You are wise to focus on walks and hikes and yard work, picnics… all the things of nature you love. I rode for many years, fell off once when I bumped a curb, a few scratches…but that was -12-15 years ago! Now I around the block a few times. Haven’t got much endurance these days. I agree traffic is not a friend to cyclists. I drive the three feet around them, but cars ahead and behind seldom do….WTH is that?
I love the painting…imagine it was cathartic for you to paint, a way to push it all away. Black does that to hurting souls. This is a great reminder for all to be careful; and to know the time will one to fold ‘em, walk away! I love your writing, Gracie! You pull us in and we can’t stop reading! Well done! ☺️🫶💕
Just wow… what a lucky girl you were! This is seriously excellent writing, literally taking us along for the ride. I can sense the moment you knew, your fear and shock. How depressing recovery is. I am so proud of and inspired by you recognizing it’s time to give it up. You are wise to focus on walks and hikes and yard work, picnics… all the things of nature you love. I rode for many years, fell off once when I bumped a curb, a few scratches…but that was -12-15 years ago! Now I around the block a few times. Haven’t got much endurance these days. I agree traffic is not a friend to cyclists. I drive the three feet around them, but cars ahead and behind seldom do….WTH is that?
I love the painting…imagine it was cathartic for you to paint, a way to push it all away. Black does that to hurting souls. This is a great reminder for all to be careful; and to know the time will one to fold ‘em, walk away! I love your writing, Gracie! You pull us in and we can’t stop reading! Well done! ☺️🫶💕