And then it started…my mind playing out a million scenarios of, What if something happened? What if something goes wrong? What IF? What IF? What IF? You probably know what I’m talking about. That self talk that keeps you from doing things. It was starting to impact my packing too as it was getting to be a constant debate over the necessity and practicality of each item. One of the things that I love most about the motorcycle, there is simply no room for extra baggage. At some point in my planning and packing, I finally said, “enough with the what IF, I’m ready”. At least as ready as I’ll ever be.
I did go. And I was nervous in the beginning of the ride. It turns out, the trip, the people, camping by the ocean, the steamed lobsters was one of the best experiences I’ve had. It seems that in all the second guessing and the worry about the What IF’s, I forgot to ask the one quintessential question,
“What if I have a really good time?”
On my way home from Maine, I was beaming. I took a little extra time and traveled the long way home through the mountains of New Hampshire. It was in Vermont, near the NY border, I saw a sign. There on the side of the road it read:
If not now, when?”