It started at breakfast this morning. Four of us sat outside at a café. My personal choice was pesto pasta. The others talked about their cycling lives … and I was overwhelmed by fear. “What am I doing here? Bruce, you’re so out of your league.” Depression came to visit but I tried to put on a neutral face. I didn’t want my fellow cyclists to have to deal with my angst.
In general, my self-esteem is high, but this was not general. This was piercingly specific. My Buddhist training has taught me to be curious about my thoughts and there was no shortage of material to work with today:
You’ll never finish this tour
These folks are so fast and confident
You’ll be so slow and so alone all the way across Canada
Your balance is abysmal
You can’t even get the water bottle out of its cage
I’ve learned in life to abide by the truth. Today’s truth was dominated by fear and at some points I chose to express that to my new friends. “Don’t do that, Bruce. Don’t bother them.” I chose to ignore that advice, risking that they’d reject me for being so wimpy. Somehow, it seemed that this personal nakedness was an act of courage.
Tonight eight of us went out to dinner. The flood of “not okay” swept over me again as several folks recounted past bike tours or bike club adventures.
Now was the moment: either wallow in despair or pull myself up into sweeter air. And rise I did, thrusting myself into a few conversations when all I wanted to do was curl into a ball and sink beneath the tablecloth.
Time and again the battle raged, most likely unnoticed by my companions. There was no clear winner.
But still … I’m left with a freshness of spirit. The seven human beings I’ve met so far will be worthy recipients of my gifts and I’m a worthy recipient of theirs. Together we will create something new, despite my terrors and the woes they hold inside.
We are bigger than this
4 thoughts on “Day Three: Self-Esteem”
Bruce we are cheering you on and sending positive vibes!!! Your adventure is an awesome one! God Bless you and keep you safe!
Thanks for all the cheering, Petra. Despite my great fear, I will do this.
I don’t think you will be riding alone very much. I, too, will be one of the slower riders who is there to enjoy the scenery and I hope to ride a lot of the way with you.
Thank you, Paul. I’m looking forward to meeting you.