A good horse knows when it is headed to the barn, and so do I. That extra something-grit maybe- washes through the blood and pushes you ahead. You know that every effort, every straining pull brings you closer to home, and therefore you dig deeper.
I re-learned a couple of things this week.
- Maslow’s Hierarchy of Needs only works in order, and you always start at the bottom.
- The only way to really know what a person wants is to ask them, and even then it’s hard.
The bike came out of the trunk of the Monte Carlo for one short dash around Fort Yargo, as reported, and though it may be sacrilege to confess it here-the bike floats somewhere around the middle of Maslow’s list. Nonetheless, I had to find a second wind. True to my nature, whatever is put between me and the barn doesn’t stand a chance.
I always find a little more to get me home.