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Riding a Bike

I was like a giddy little girl in the candy shop. You know the one. The little girl waiting with expectation for a treat. It had been a little over three years since I stepped foot into a courtroom to make an argument before the judge. The feelings started to come back to me. I approached the courthouse and entered with my head held high. I knew that I was going up to the second floor but I didn't really know what courtroom to go into. The bailiff who sat outside the courtroom was a little intimidating. So I took a seat and collected my thoughts. Where was I supposed to be? If I were handling a case, would I be this timid? I watched someone walk up to a courtroom behind a sign that read "Quiet Please" and she entered confidently. I took a deep breathe and I followed suit. Not knowing where to sit, I just slid in the back. Humble. I observed what I could then went on my way.

I returned to courthouse the next day. This time, I was even more confident. I went into the courthouse and straight to the courtroom. Still nervous about announcing myself. But this time, the bailiff knew who I was. This time, he directed me to sit with the other attorneys. I walk up to the bench with confidence. Yes, I thought, "this is exactly where I belong." I sat and quietly observed the proceedings. I noticed how confident the private attorneys were. I paid attention to how they addressed the court. Yep, that used to be me.

Where did she go? 

Then came time for a contested hearing. I perked all the way up. I listened attentively. What arguments would I make if I were up there. Object! Object! Object! Don't let those records in.... Get that point on the record....

Yes, my adrenaline was pumping. I felt myself getting back in the game. Oh, how good it felt. Then I realized...it's like riding a bike.


Did you have a bike growing up? Do you remember learning how to ride it? If you're like me, it was a challenge at first. Maybe you even fell off a couple of times. Scraped knees several times. Maybe even cried a time or two.

But once you got the hang of it, you couldn't be stopped. Your confidence grew and you started tinkering with tricks. You know the ones. Popping wheelies. Lifting your butt off the seat (standing up while riding). Zigzagging.

I'm learning that the cycles of life are just like riding a bike. If you stop riding for a while, it may take a moment to get yourself back into your groove. But once you're there, you're golden. It all hinges on your confidence. Do you know where your confidence level lies? Take the SWAG quiz to find out.

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