I felt the gentle breeze on my face and the sun warming my back as I turned my pedals over and over.
I was having one of those pinch me I am so happy moments as I saw my hubby and kids powering along in front of me. All of us confidently weaving our way along the bike tracks near home.
I heard him well before he was upon us, “OVER TO THE LEFT, MOVE OVER KIDS, LEFT, LEFT, MOOOOVE.” Then whoosh as a lycra clad racer zoomed passed me. In that split second I gasped, seeing my son’s handle bars begin to wobble nervously, causing him to drift unexpectedly across the path. The screams of LEFT still bearing down rapidly and thankfully whizzing by without incident.
I felt as wobbly as my son seemed. The yelling was aggressive and unnecessary and had shaken us up. I imagined this rider racing further down the path, assuming the worst and scattering all in his way.
Was he enjoying his bike ride?
Our composure regained we continued to ride along in single file, my son’s handlebars now straight as he relaxed back into his ride.
Then I felt a similar presence behind me, another lycra clad rider bearing down preparing to pass. Nervously protective, since the previous encounter, I began to call out to the kids to move over to the left, even though we already well left. I felt the rider slow down slightly and I glanced across. To my delight and surprise I was met with a huge beaming smile as a calm, gentle voice said “its okay there is plenty of room for us all.” he then nodded to the kids and said hello.
Oh yes he was enjoying his bike ride too.
As I watched him ride off into the distance I considered these two identical situations. Two men out for a Sunday bike ride both with the goal of traveling very fast from A to B.
The first man barreling down the track, aggressively threatening and clearing all in his way. No time to waste on niceties and smiles he was focussed on the destination, not the journey he was on.
The second man determined and setting a quick pace as well. Realistic and prepared for the various obstacles he would encounter on a public track. He was also enjoying his journey, happily engaging with those he saw along the way and arriving at his destination rich with interaction and joy.
I thought of my own journey in life. My determined nature and the times when I too would love to clear my path of obstacles. The times when I am racing to get things done and every interruption leaves me cranky and frustrated.
I realised then that happiness is not sitting there waiting for me at my destination, happiness is to be found all along the journey.
Happiness is there in the interruptions, in the moments when I slow down for the hurdles and embrace the interactions.
As I furiously tapped away on the keyboard, writing this very post, a little person tapped me on the shoulder and said “Mum can I show you something?” Oh how tempting to barrel on through, capturing my valuable thoughts and ideas and yet that would require pushing away this glorious human.
I slowed, I paused and looked her in the eye with a big, crazy smile on my face, “Yes sweetness please come here and show me.”
Oh yes this is going to be a fabulously happy journey.
How do you handle interruptions?