For 3-weeks now I’ve been without my car. It’s insane. So I’ll save the less than stellar review of the car mechanic for another time. Fortunately I live in a very walkable neighborhood in the Chicago suburbs. I’m not exaggerating when I say that for 3-weeks I’ve been walking my little tush all over town…to the post office, to the grocery store, to the library and even to the beer & wine store. Hey…no judging!
"...as I looked over my right shoulder, a teenage girl rolled past me on her 10-speed bike and promptly lost her balance and face planted into the grass. YIKES!!"
Last Saturday I walked downtown to meet a customer who purchased a piece of jewelry. The majority of my sales are online, so when I get a chance to meet someone face-to-face it’s pretty cool. As I was walking along, I heard someone coming behind me, and as I looked over my right shoulder, a teenage girl rolled past me on her 10-speed bike and promptly lost her balance and face planted into the grass. YIKES!! She was stunned. I was stunned. Concerned for her well-being I ran over to make sure she was OK. I noticed a bleeding scrape on her arm and another on her leg so I dug in my purse for a single wet nap I’d been hoarding for months. As she stood up, she kept repeating “I’m OK, I’m OK”, which did appear to be true. I told her that once she got where she was going to be sure to wash her cuts (yeah…the mom side of me came out) and she said she would.
As she started to leave, she realized something was wrong with her bike, “uh oh is it broken?” and in the same moment we both noticed the chain had come off. I’m not sure why this next part surprised me, but she asked “can you fix it?”. Ummmm. I didn’t know. Could I fix it? Somewhere in the depths of my brain, that very same brain that cannot remember what I ate for breakfast most days, I remembered how to put a chain back on. I swiftly turned her bike upside down KAPOW! and slowly guided the chain back onto the gear. CHAZAM! Oh yes I did!
She was so appreciative and happy to be back on her way. Off she pedaled, but not before I reminded her to wash her cuts. I think I heard her roll her eyes at me.
I continued on my walk to meet my client, but a confident smile now graced my lips. Where did that come from? I didn’t even know that I knew how to put a chain back on. And why didn’t I just say “no” instead of trying to fix it? I don’t have an answer for that, but in that moment, I felt like Wonder Woman! And the teenage girl, she was like Wonder Woman too as she got back on her aluminum alloy steed, bleeding and bruised, and carried on with her journey. I know…silly, right? Wonder Woman has performed much greater stunts in much more dangerous situations than I ever will. But still. I did kinda save the day!
"It’s kinda corny, but it’s a fun reminder of what we can do when we don’t limit our thinking with pre-conceived notions of what we can or cannot do".
Following the handoff to my customer, I kept thinking about the bicycle tumble and how it made me feel. The incident inspired me to make a piece of jewelry. A Wonder Woman leather cuff bracelet. It’s kinda corny, but it’s a fun reminder of what we can do when we don’t limit our thinking with pre-conceived notions of what we can or cannot do. Believe in yourself. Be a badass.
Inspiration comes from many places. It can come from a strong emotion, an event or a visual sensation. That day my inspiration came from an event, an emotion, and a surprising discovery about myself that left me feeling quietly confident.