Although FT has been put on the backburner, I still intend to finish it one day.  My creative writing ability wilts dramatically under pressure, and now the pressure’s been removed, I can feel the cliched green shoots of recovery beginning to stir.  However, they’re still tiny, so I’m not going to push it.

In the meantime, I’m focussing on achieving another ambition.  Passing my Direct Access Motorcycle test.

After my accident in December, I was well aware that it’d be a long road a) to recovery and b) to get back onto a motorbike (without even considering passing my test).  Thankfully, although my knee ligaments were bruised (and probably sprained) there was no permanent damage, and physio has meant that I’m almost back to normal* aside from a quite impressive scar, and an inability to cope with high-heeled shoes**.

What surprised me was just how much the mind influences what we do – and how little we’re aware of its workings.  Getting back on a motorbike and continuing to learn to ride has been a real, intense battle of my will versus my emotions and gut reactions.  So many times, I’ve been close to saying “stuff it” and giving up.

And yet … I haven’t.

I am a stubborn bugger (as my long-suffering husband would say), and I’ve consciously made the choice, over and over again, that I’m going to continue with it.

Finally, some 8 weeks since I restarted lessons, it’s beginning to pay off.

I’ll finish this when it isn’t tea time (not that I like food … or anything!).

*As normal as I get, anyway.

**Like I wore them much, anyway.