In August when I was banned from Cyclebar, I was just beginning my training in my department at work. At the same time as the massive exodus of people that were in my Cyclebar community leaving my daily interactions, I was meeting new people on a daily basis.
I told my mother early on that I felt like I could make friends at work and that I felt confident and valued at work. Making friends have never been easy for me.
I thought I’d grieve the loss of people more than I am. Sure, I miss my Cyclebar community. And, I certainly miss the killer workouts I haven’t yet recreated at home.
“A real friend is one who walks in—when the rest of the world walks out”.
Walter Winchell
My work family has stepped through the open door left by those I thought were true friends at Cyclebar. Instead of feeling abandoned and defeated I am held up, supported, loved, accepted, included, and sought after.
I feel like I’ve stepped through a new phase of my life. I miss the past and the opportunities that it brought… but I am not wallowing in the bitterness and sadness that used to consume me. I am grateful for the changes I’ve made while part of that community and I’m moving on with my head high.
My heart is bruised but it’s still open. And because it’s still open the people that have come into my life get to see the real me, mostly unfiltered, and willing to let people in.
Indomitable Bellatrix 