Mindful Wednesday today.
The day when we look not so much at what we’re crafting,
but WHY we’re crafting.
Or not crafting, as the case may be.
If I had a pound for every time somebody said to me,
“I’ve got a brayer, but it’s still in the box”
“I’ve got a Gelli Plate, but it’s still in the box”
I could buy shares in those companies!
Last Wednesday, we talked about CHALLENGE.
About stretching ourselves by setting ourselves goals or targets,
Today, I thought FEAR would be a good follow on!
My guess is that many of us want to try something,
but the fear of failing, coupled with the effort involved,
proves too much.
And so the Brayer/Gelli Plate stays safely tucked up in the box.
Fear’s a big one. I get it, I really do.
My brother and I decided to take the course together.
And the argument, “what’s the worst that can happen?”
didn’t really work on that occasion!
The core fear of tipping the bike or falling off was extreme.
It was the turning right, the sitting waiting in the middle of the road
while cars whistled past you on the left and right,
which freaked me out.
But I’d paid up front and wasn’t backing down.
So I hired a little 125cc and went to the local Sports centre car park,
which had a kind of island of parked cars.
And there, I spent hours, going right, right, right, right, right, right.
Then back the other way, left, left, left, left, left, left, left.
Until the wobbling went away, which it did, eventually.
The more I did the same thing, over and over, the better it got.
Unlike on a car where it switches off once you straighten out,
you have to manually flick the indicator off on most bikes.
Evidently, I was so happy I did the turn correctly, I forgot to flick.
Hahahaha! Hadn’t used the indicator in the carpark!!
Passed the second time though.
Got straight back on the horse, so to speak, the iron horse.
My brother’s approach was more radical.
He hired the 125 for the week, and rode the main roads from Edenbridge to Gillingham and back every day!
And I thought the Edenbridge Car park was brave!!
Now I can only speak for myself here,
but I think that is pretty much how I learn anything –
You have to make a start though, don’t you?
Just as I had to get the motorbike out of the garage,
we have to get the brayer out of the box if we want to learn how to use it!
No matter how long it has been in the box…
What’s the worst that can happen?
You waste a bit of paper and ink?
Get your hands messy?
Getting stripes? Work out why and adjust what you’re doing,
until you don’t get stripes.
If you always do what you always did,
you’ll always get what you always got.
Dave has a little card in his wallet.
with the 4 letters:
J F D I
Every now and again, when my fears are crippling me,
he gets it out and waves it at me.
Oh. And by the way, as soon as I passed, I went straight to
Warr’s Harley Davidson, London, and bought myself the most beautiful Mother-of-Pearl 883 Sportster you have ever seen,
with a huge comfortable touring saddle,
and a front fly catcher windshield.
(btw. Harley indicators go off automatically….)
I would show you a pic of mine,
but I cannot find the garage key to go take a snapshot.
Looks like this, but sexier….
On the subject of challenges,
I have decided to get back in the saddle once the weather changes.
I haven’t ridden it for years. Got busy, fear crept back in.
Time for another carpark session….
Dave has a 1200 Sportster; I’d like to join him when he rides out.
Before my fears get the better of me and I decide I’m too old.
Did you know that the average Harley biker is 50 years old??
Probably because only the old farts can afford one!
I’m not suggesting you get on a motorbike!
But if there is a skill you want to master,
and you aren’t taking the plunge perhaps because you are afraid of failing, then what I AM suggesting is
And JFDI again and again and again
– until you can do it in your sleep!
Have a great day,
and let me finish with this:
She who never makes a mistake
has probably never made anything…
love and hugs,