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Losing (and finding) my religion

Stand in the place where you live
Now face North
Think about direction
Wonder why you haven’t before.

And yes, before anyone points out the obvious, I’m mixing my REM references.

My partner and I often talk about our Bike Mojo.  But it occurred to me recently that we use “mojo” in a different way than most people.  When people talk about their mojo they are using it to describe a skill or ability.  Whether you are claiming to be an awesome playuh with the opposite sex or an awesome player of the guitar, talking about your mojo conveys something about your flash and dash.

But for us mojo  connotes in part our enjoyment of an activity, but also our desire for the activity in the first place.  So we’ll often have a conversation about how one or other of us has “lost their Bike Mojo.”  That doesn’t just mean that we don’t feel like biking, it means that when we do go biking, we don’t enjoy it.  The weather might be great, the road might roll accommodatingly, the wind might be always at our backs. . .but there’s no delight.  No joy.

My Bike Mojo has taken a few serious hits recently.

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