With motorcycling on hold for the moment in the course of the pandemic, my other go-to would be knitting. Except I chucked all of my tools in storage knowing I wouldn’t have the time or space to manage that on the road for awhile. My attempt to keep things a bit simpler as we learn how to be full-timers has left me in a lurch.
Teaching an old mom new tricks
And now, marooned on the other side of the country from Fred and George, I’ve joined the masses staying connected via our amazing digital resources. That’s how I suddenly find myself becoming a “cuber” since George has decided to teach me in our chat time. Go fig, right?
In truth, cubing never appealed to me. Sure, I love other kinds of puzzles. And I love watching George do his thing, but cubing never captured my imagination. Until now. Without my other outlets at my disposal, I’ve found the zen in working through the motions of creating order from the scrambled cube. Never saw that one coming.
Sure enough, when I need some mental space to switch gears and decompress in between work and other life tasks, I pick up that damn cube. Who knew? (Well, George did. And he’s quite pleased with himself that he’s finally sucked me into his world.)
A common connection
Some time ago, George and I were having a discussion about cubing (his passion) and motorcycling (my passion). Low and behold we discovered that the mindset needed for both seemingly disparate activities is actually quite similar.
You have to look where you’re going! In motorcycling, you can’t fixate on the 50 feet in front of you or, in cubing, the next few moves. That short-sightedness will do you in every time. To be successful, you have to focus on the bigger picture. Which can be said for a lot of things in life. Funny how life lessons present themselves in the most unexpected places.
Getting back to normal
I miss my motorcycle more than I can express. But things are settling down just a tiny bit in both our personal situation and the pandemic chaos. So I’m hopeful we’ll get out for a putt soon. The complicating factor is with our bikes, the sidecar, and my Subaru crammed into one storage unit, it’s no simple matter to pull the motorcycles out for a short ride.
It’s definitely past time to remove those obstacles and reconnect with my true love, though.
But I’ll keep that cube around, just in case.