The Sweetest Spot

 During my trikking history, I have found what seem to be many illusive sweet spots. Today was the ultimate! Firstly I should define the "sweet spot" for the non-trikking unfortunates out there.

The sweet spot refers to when all the trikking actions along with your body are working in unison to propel the Trikke forward. It is sort of spiritual with the right and left brain functioning at the same time and crossing meridians and such. I don't have those details down yet.

So back to the bike path. I have been really fighting with the Trikke. That is not the way to ride. I was trikking in this hula-hoop fashion which feels like a circle eight of the body. I was really working it. And it was working me. Unbelievably,  there were sweet spots within that framework. That is the magic of the Trikke.

I watched a video on YouTube that showed me a different way to ride, the correct way. I should be "pulling" the trike from side to side across the front of my body. And while doing that, turning the handlebars from side to side, almost slightly.

It is momentum in action. I turn and whip the Trikke around that centrifugal force field. And whip around again. I don't have to work so hard, and I now know where the rock and roll in the slogan comes from. It all works so well when you work it right.

Procrastination is a dirty word

My middle name is Procrastinator. If I can put a chore off, well, I do. There are so few things in my world that need immediate attention. And so a very bad habit has developed.

And yet this cannot continue. Things are piling up around my ears. If I don't stop procrastinating I will drop into the much scarier world of hoarding.

The prospect of becoming a hoarder has made me more aware of my bad habit of putting everything off. It's a vicious cycle. There is something that is so sad about hoarders. And yet, I am beginning to understand the illness.

It springs from the feeling of "not enough." I can understand the feeling of not enough. I come from that family. I was conditioned to believe there was not enough from an early age. My mother confided in me as a child. "Where are we going to get the money for...?" was a familiar theme. And then she would lite another cigarette.

As an adult, I function under the prospect of not enough. There certainly is not enough money to last a month. And from that, all else springs. With that in mind, I tend to hold onto things I may need in the future. The thing is, I never seem to need exactly what I save.

Now is the time to take that leap of faith. I can let go of some of my unused items. I will be able to provide everything I need. And I have everything I need right now, in this moment.

And so a new goal is born -- winter cleaning!