I love a good BTFI moment. Sometimes they're small. Today, for instance, I was working on a crochet project and at some point I realized I was off on my row count, but I wasn't sure by how much. To fix it I would have had to start from scratch, which is always frustrating. I could have been stressed out by the discovery, but then I took a look at what I had done, decided it looked great, acknowledged that the project really didn't require precision, and gave myself permission to internally say "f*^k it", and just finished the project in a way that perhaps wasn't an exact copy of the directions, but still looked fabulous. Stressing out and redoing my work would have probably killed the fun I was having... letting go and being okay with what I had done kept the project fun and didn't make my end product any less nice.

For years fear of driving a motorcycle that I'd have to manually shift gears on (or rather, completely failing at driving a motorcycle that I'd have to manually shift gears on) and fear of spending a lot of money on a driving course I could fail miserably at kept me from my goal of being able to drive a scooter. This summer though, after chatting with a student who also was longing for a motorcycle license, I finally got to a point where I just thought "f*%k it, I'm going to get that license already". Later that week I took the written test, passed it, and found a two-day motorcycle course to sign up for.
When I got to my course I was the only person there who didn't drive standard and one of the few who hadn't been on a motorcycle before. The motorcycles? They scared me senseless. I also SUCKED beyond belief for at least half of the first day. Really, I was just awful and clearly the worst person in the class. But I tried not to let it affect me and sometime after lunch I managed to get the hang of it. I was never the best person in the class, but letting go of worrying about being so far behind everyone else and just trying to learn what I could helped me to progress well beyond what I had initially thought I was capable of.
In two days I went from not being able to get a motorcycle started to being able to zip about, take obstacle courses, cleanly shift gears, and, most importantly, pass my first driving test. I also, thanks to a kind classmate who shared my interest in scooters, was able to borrow a Vespa and drive around the parking lot on my second day of class. And yes, it was bliss.
I don't have a Vespa yet (I'm still saving up for a used one), but by getting to a BTFI moment I'm way closer to my scooter dream than I was this time last year.