Trying on a Dream

Today, I did something I've been talking about for a very very long time.  I decided to try on an old dream for size.  I went to the Harley Davidson dealership and picked out my new motorcycle.

The salesman, Steve, at Old Glory Harley was wonderful.  He asked me what I wanted.  Hmmm that stopped me in my tracks for a moment. All I knew was that I've wanted a Harley since I bought Misty (the Yamaha).  My criteria was that it had to have the fat boy gas tank; low enough for me to reach the ground and it had to be RED!!!  (Of course, what other color is there, right?)  He walked me straight to the animal of my dreams.

 I stepped up to the beast, threw my leg over and settled into the saddle of a 1690cc Harley Softail Deluxe.  As my hands closed around the hand grips, I closed my eyes and a very familiar thrill fluttered in my stomach.  I remembered how much I loved that feeling.  I got it every time I released the clutch and opened the throttle.  Then the bike would roar into motion and my soul would take flight.  As I sat on that bike, it felt like I was on a long stretch of west Texas road with nothin' but blue sky and sunshine around me.

When I opened my eyes, what struck me the most was how confined I have allowed my life to become.  I've been living in limitations and lack.  I've forgotten what's possible.  Not after today!!!  I don't know when or how I will manifest this in my life but apparently, that dream still fits.  Time to do something about it.