Daily log 7/12/2017

Daily log 7/12/2017

I had a moment of sorts this morning. In the kitchen of the bnb-to-be I’ve been staying in, rice and veggies were boiling on the stove. I was washing some dishes, and took a clean spoon to see if the vegetables were ready. With a spoonful of peas, carrots, and corn steaming in front of me, I blew gently to cool them. Everything seemed to come together all at once.

Standing at the sink and looking back up from the spoon, I looked out the window. With exception to the hum of the fridge and the cicadas outside, everything seemed to stand still. Outside the window stands a firewood rack, a canoe propped on sawhorses, a firepit, with lawn leading to woods behind it all.

It was all so serene. For just a moment, I recaptured that peace I’m so fond of. I can take comfort in it’s memory and those like it, in knowing there are more to come.

It was a good day.

Spent 7/11/2017

Spent 7/11/2017

Another day feeling really low energy for some reason. I don’t feel sad or anything, just like I want to watch Netflix in bed all day. Well, maybe not wanting to as much as only having the energy for it. Ended up forcing myself over to Aroma’s around 11:30 am just to get out and try writing something, and this is what I’ve got. It’s 12:30 by the way

I wish these days didnt seem to come out of the blue, especially when I finally have some days off to explore around Williamsburg. Maybe I’ll wander around answering Google Maps questions on whether or not stores are open at 3pm on Sundays or something.

5pm update: So it’s supposed to be highs of 98°F until Friday. The weather app just displays suns with exclaimation points in the center. On friday, stormy at 96°F. I am upset.

Daily log 7/10/2017

Daily log 7/10/2017

It felt good to finally have some time today to explore around Williamsburg. After a couple months of saving up some more money, soon I’ll be back on the road! My posts will be less frequent, but with more content. I should be fine with sufficient sunlight for my solar panel though.

It still feels surreal that I’ll be returning to travelling. As things have been going, I feel as if I’m progressing into settling in here at Williamsburg, yet I’ll be back to living out of my wagon and backpack by Monday. Off to Richmond, the Luray caverns, then West Virginia. I wonder if the reality of this undertaking will really occur to me, if the scale of it all will come into view.

Gotta keep going to find out, adversity and wonder following in kind.

Life lesson 7/9/2017

Life lesson 7/9/2017

This past week has turned out to be an accumulation to a life lesson. Where I thought I was just cranking out some hours, I was being more closely observed than someone just making sure work was getting done. Instances of my disrespect were being noted in order to powerfully convey their implications right to my core. I was invited to dinner last night where I proceeded to get schooled.

I failed, plain and simple. A roof over my head at no cost, steady work, flexible hours. All of this is above and beyond for an offer being extended to a complete stranger. What did I offer in return? Incidentally, the answer is in the blog’s name: mediocrity.

The man schooling me is called Thom. Thom is one of the smartest people I will ever meet. Thom once was assigned to go to Jamaica where he would turn their one million dollars in yearly losses into one million dollars in yearly gain. Thom was so effective, he was criticized by the company executives for doing so good a job he made everyone look bad.

Thom was now assigned to display my flaws to me. I have never been so humbled in my life.

Leaving work to grab some Jim Beam before the ABC store closed. I thought it was okay because I didn’t count those as paid hours. Nevermind my halting work momentum to get booze. The frequency of my drinking. I thought it was okay because it was only evenings after work and I was getting up on time. Nevermind my sacrificing speed in the morning until my hangover cleared in lieu of some fun conversation with my coworker. Conversation that would be good in sobriety too. My constantly having headphones in at work. I thought it was okay because audiobooks help make the work more bearable. Nevermind my having to take out my headphones anytime something was conveyed to me, or the disconnect it produces from those I’m working around.

I thought, I thought, I thought. These were convenient thoughts to justify what I knew were actions I didn’t need to undertake, but simply wanted to. Actions the prevented me from displaying proper respect and appreciation for the kindness I was given. I am ashamed of my actions.

I was so thoroughly criticized, I’m still processing all the changes I need to make. I am physically drained at the realization of the complete breech of respect I carried out, justifying things away in my mind far too easily. I feel weak, exposed, and terrified.

I feel like I’m in the proper state for true, thorough, and honest introspection. I am forced to face flaws within me I didn’t even realize I was ignoring. They’ve been pulled from my core and displayed in front of me so that I cannot look away. I am facing a trial I thought would occur along my journey, but could not have possibly known how intimidating it is.

All because Thom was kind enough to tell me exactly how I failed. Respectfully so, I was not insulted or spoken down to. I was shown my flaws as they were, and was allowed to voice my perspective. A job, a home, and now an opportunity to become a better person overall. I have incurred yet another debt that I will never be able to pay back, and instead will have to pay it forward.

This walk is quite a trial indeed, and it is up to me to use this experience in improving myself as I intended when I left home.