The Bike is on Fire

You know that little phrase that’s been doing the rounds lately? The one about life being as easy as riding a bike, except the bike is on fire? Well, my bike is on fire.

Sometimes I wish life was as simple as making choices. In an instant you can choose to have your dream job. Just a few moments is all it takes to choose to get your driving license. Though these things do come from making a choice, that choice is choosing to work hard for these things and accept the rubbish that comes along with the fight for contentment.

My life went from being fantastic to being very up in the air this week. One minute I’d landed what I thought was a dream job, then the next I found myself unemployed and struggling to pay upcoming financial commitments. In a more positive light, I can see this as having dodged the corporate world, where I know I wouldn’t fit in, and opened my life up to new creative opportunities.

Problem is, very little I have is set in stone. I’m lucky though – I have a roof over my head and I have a team mate in this funny old thing called life. There are people here to support me, no matter how uncertain my life can be. Despite this, I’ve gone from veering into the business world to having to desperately try and get my old job back. I don’t know who I am or where I’m going and it’s absolutely terrifying.

Graduate life is easy for some, not so easy for others. I was not one of the minute few that walk straight into their ideal job, but I am among friends. We’re all riding bikes and they’re all set on fire. Some of us are sat on already charred frames, others are holding their heads high whilst the wheels beneath them are starting to spark.

Want to know the best thing of all? I don’t even know how to ride a bike.

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