Changing Gears: Reinventing Myself from the Back of a Harley Trike

Shifting Roles, Reclaiming Identity, and Embracing the Road Ahead

There’s something about the open road that speaks a truth no self-help book ever could.

When I first started riding my Harley-Davidson trike, it wasn’t about rebellion or midlife crisis. It was about reclamation. Reclaiming my time. Reclaiming my peace. Reclaiming the power I’d given away to roles, routines, and the quiet pressure to shrink myself.

This Harley isn’t just a machine—it’s a mindset. Rugged, unapologetic, and unmistakably mine. And what I didn’t expect was how much this three-wheeled beast would teach me about shifting gears in life.

1. You don’t need permission to change lanes.

For most of my life, I waited. I waited for things to feel easier. For the timing to be right. For someone to say, “It’s okay to do this just for you.” But out on the road, no one hands you permission—you take it. You put on the helmet, start the engine, and go. Reinvention is the same. No one’s coming to rescue you. That’s the good news.

2. Confidence is built in motion.

When I first sat on my Harley trike, I was nervous. Could I handle this? What if I fell? What if people judged me? But the more I rode, the steadier I became. The same is true for redefining yourself—confidence doesn’t come first. It comes after. After the first wobbly blog post. After the first awkward video. After you try, stumble, and realize you survived.

3. God rides shotgun.

I don’t ride alone. I feel God in the wind, in the silence between songs on the road, in the courage to do something bold and unexpected. Reinvention doesn’t mean leaving your faith behind—it means letting it guide you forward. Sometimes the still, small voice says, “Turn here.” And you do.

4. The road isn’t always smooth—and that’s okay.

Potholes, wrong turns, unexpected detours. That’s life. That’s transition. That’s healing. The beauty of the Harley trike is stability—it doesn’t tip easily. And neither do I anymore. Changing gears at this stage of life isn’t about avoiding bumps. It’s about learning that they won’t break you.

My roles have changed. I was a boy mom—knee-deep in action figures, scraped knees, football games, and all the beautiful chaos of raising sons. Now, those boys are grown men. And I’m learning who I am beyond the motherhood lane. (More on that in future posts… trust me, there’s a lot to unpack.)

So if you’re shifting gears in your own life, wondering if it’s too late—hear me clearly: it’s not.

Not to rediscover who you are. Not to learn something new. Not to follow God in a direction that surprises even you.

I didn’t know the road would lead me here, but I’m so glad it did.

And maybe, just maybe, this post is your green light.

Helmet on. Engine ready. Let’s ride.