An Opportunity Appears

The email landed in my inbox on August 8th.

"Thank you for your interest in our Southern Tier Fall - Van tour, which is scheduled to depart on September 24, 2022. We are excited to let you know that space has opened up on this tour, and we are able to offer you a spot. If you are still interested in joining this tour, please accept your spot by Thursday August 11, 2022 at 12:00 PM Mountain Time."

I stared at it, not sure it was real. I'd long since decided this was not a ride I was going to do; and yet, here was an opportunity to participate in a second item on my bucket list. I sat on it for two days, ignoring it.

But it wouldn't be ignored and so I started talking about it to my husband Greg and my brother Tad. They were excited for me, as was Joanne, my best friend of 40+ years. I started to think maybe it was within the realm of possibility.

I recalled how I felt when I signed up in February for the waitlist. I'd grown tired of letting fear of failure limit my opportunities and experiences. My MO was usually to make sure I was perfectly prepared for every situation, a limiting mindset and one I wanted to change. I stepped out of my comfort zone and called Melinda at Adventure Cycling for more info.

That call made the excitement grow, and by the 12th I had pulled the trigger and began what would be a regular slurping sound coming from my checking account! But no matter, you can't take it with you.

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