Days Since I Cursed/Cried/Yelled: 0
Last Time I Washed My Hair:  Does dry shampoo count?
Confidence Level:  6.5-7

I am 44 years old, and I don’t know how to ride a bike.

I quit trying to learn once I realized I wasn’t good at it, and that it hurt when I fell.

At first, my inability to ride a bicycle was embarrassing.
Later, it became inconvenient.
Eventually, it dissolved into a failure that I just accepted.

I hadn’t thought about that little girl who gave up on learning to ride a bike in a long time.  

But when I decided to leave big law and small law behind and become “just me” law, she suddenly reappeared.  

And man is she loud.

She reminds me of all the things I don’t know.  

Of all the things that could go wrong.

Of all the people who are better than I am.
Smarter.
Braver.
Prettier.  (I know, I know. That shouldn’t matter…. but it’s my list.)

To make matters worse, the bike seems even larger and the hill so much steeper this time.

When I met with vendors and they required me to sign multi-year contracts for software and services, she whispered in my ear “You idiot.  You aren’t going to last a year doing this.”  

When my existing clients stuck with me, she laughed and told me it was dumb luck.

For every success, she has a rationalization.
For every failure, she has a podium.

You may have a girl just like her in your own life.

I don’t know how to shut her up entirely.

I wish I did.

Here’s what I do know:

I know that you can’t be good at everything- but you can be exceptional at some things.  And that’s more than enough.

I know that skinned knees heel.

I know that you can learn to do things you never thought you could.

I know that for every person who hopes you fail, there are at least five others who genuinely want you to succeed…. Find those people. Love those people. Let them love you.

I look forward to sharing this ride with you.

I’m Lori.
I’m a lawyer.
I’m 44 years old, and I don’t know how to ride a bike… YET.

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