Till The Streetlights Come On

Kristi Wandering Gypsy
May 7
3 min read

This morning my brain went from training wheels…

to Dorothy clicking her heels…

to old Sunday school songs…

to Queen singing about wanting to ride a bicycle 😂.

And weirdly enough… it all connected.

I don’t know… lately everything kinda feels like that weird in between stage when you were a kid and the training wheels were about to come off your bike.

Part of you is excited because you know what comes next.

Freedom. Riding around the neighborhood like the big kids.

Feeling grown. Like you leveled up somehow.

You don’t wanna sit at the little kids table anymore at the holiday gathering 😂.

But you’re not fully at the grown-up table yet either.

You’re somewhere in that awkward middle table phase where you know you’ve outgrown one thing but you’re still figuring out the next.

Now there’s also that nervous energy underneath it too.

What if I fall? What if I wreck? What if I can’t do it the way everybody else seems to?

And then of course at some point you DO fall. Everybody does.

You scrape your knee. Get embarrassed. Somebody tells you to get back on the bike.

So, you do again, and again until one day you stop thinking so hard about balancing and suddenly, you’re just riding without even realizing when it clicked.

That’s honestly the first thing that popped into my head sitting on the porch this morning.

Like people can feel something shifting underneath everything but nobody can fully name it yet.

Everything feels fast. Loud. Constant lately. Everybody trying to process 900 things at once. Nervous systems trying to keep up.

Or if you have had kids in a car on a road trip,

When everybody asking, “are we there yet?” every five minutes while we’re all still trying to drive the damn car 😂.

I think that’s why I keep coming back to foundations lately.

Routines. Health. Home. Spirit.

The people around you.

The little things that actually keep you steady when life starts wobbling a bit.

The other day I was talking to a friend and that old Sunday school song popped into my head from when I was kid.

“The wise man built his house upon the rock…” And honestly that fits too.

Foundations.

What’s steady?

What actually holds when the weather changes and life starts wobbling a little.

Very click your heels three times Dorothy energy lately.

We know about Oz now.

We’ve seen behind the curtain.

Awareness changed. And now it’s kinda like okay…

Guess we better learn how to ride this thing without overthinking every little wobble along the way and keep our footing on the rock instead of the sinking sand till the streetlights come on and we all gotta head home.

Then of course after all that… what song pops into my head?

Queen.

I want to ride my bicycle…

And that made sense as well, go listen to it.

Freedom.

Movement.

Wanting your own lane.

Tired of everybody yelling directions from the sidelines while you’re just trying to figure out how to ride the damn thing without wiping out 😂.

That whole song feels like wanting to move forward already while still figuring out the balance part.

And after writing all that this morning… I looked up and it all made sense!

So, my guidance... Go take off the training wheels.

If this made you stop and go okay wait…