A Little Tattered Around The Edges

Nope, I'm still not riding.

The Christmas Season is a time of fragility for me. At the best of times, it feels I'm paddling against strong currents. I'm greatly relieved when the hoopla subsides, the decorations are tucked away, and I can get in and out of my street after dark hassle free.

The Symba's non-repaired flat tire has become caught up in a tangle of stuff. None of the stuff is "big stuff".  I have no doubt there was a time I could have breezed through this thicket, taken it all in stride. Now, I have to be content to let things work themselves out. I know from the past if I try to push through moments like this, things tend to unravel and this can have most unpleasant consequences for me emotionally and cognitively.

So, I'm actively waiting for stuff to clear up, taking action when I can, and working at not beating myself up for not being better able to cope. Heather is letting me have my process. She, too, has learned the only way for me to get through some stuff is to go through it. I'm grateful to her for not rescuing me, but being there when I can articulate how she can be helpful.

There is a chance I won't be riding during the week until after the New Year. I hope this isn't the case, but only time will tell.

I am fine although a little tattered around the edges.