I was at the laundry mat down the block today because the people that live in my building can’t seem to use the right laundry detergent. The washing machine only works with high efficiency liquid. The problem is, someone insists on using regular powder. This causes the machine to “jam up” for some reason. When it “jams up” the washer fails to pull the water out of the clothes in the final spin cycle. This leaves standing water in the washer and my clothing soaking wet. When this happens, the laundry is incapable of being dried in the dryer. Every time it happens, I would have to call the building super to reset the washing machine with a little key he has. Since he’s never around when I call… I’m left with a laundry basket of soaking wet clothes… and no solution. When the super finally does respond to my message and fixes the machine… there is still no guarantee that the machine will work… as I have found out on more than one occasion. Since this has happened at least five times, I decided to start doing my laundry down the block at the mat. I packed all of my dirty clothes into my granny cart and hit the road. I figured I would rather spend the time in transit (getting my exercise) than to wait on someone else to do something.
While I spent my time there waiting to move my clothes from washer to dryer, dryer to table… I take time to appreciate this diverse group of people I had the pleasure of being around – one’s I would have never known had my washer been reliable.
I am so proud to announce that I received an A in BIS/219 (Business Information Systems). It is with much enthusiasm and a modicum of fear that tackle ECO/212 (Principals of Economics). I already have a paper due on Saturday, so less blogging, more studying. That’s it… I keep getting distracted from my reading. It’s a bit dry, unfortunately. Even though, I definitely made the right decision by changing my major. I am ready to move on.
Life is changing so fast and I’m both happy and sad. I chose to not have roots. I chose to be a traveler long before I took to the road. My partner and I chose not to have children. We simply didn’t want to have the responsibility or commitment. I admit that I am selfish in that regard, but I’d rather be selfish in that regard, than to be a bad parent. I am not saying that traveling parents are bad people. I’m just saying… I don’t think I could do both, personally. Could that change? Maybe… stranger things have happened.
I’m literally starting over… and this is hard and wonderful and amazing! At times I am overcome with my own potential. Before I started school again, I thought my brain was dead. I literally felt stale, like my brain was content. I would forget nearly everything. My brain was as out of shape as my body (which I’m also working on, but that’s another blog entry) and once I really started using it again… not just for things I wanted to do and learn… but to really be challenged… to struggle to learn an answer or find a truth… to feel yourself grow as person. Grow from a place you forgot to remember was possible.
My life is changing again. I ran my own business and did my own thing for close to a decade. I thought I loved it, but what I really loved was the freedom. I do love domain names and I will continue to hold a small portfolio, but the “life of a domainer” was killing me. I didn’t realize it until I took a giant step back. Sometimes life has to crush you to make you see the bigger picture. I fell into domain names and got overly comfortable. In doing so, I lost myself and any aspirations I may have had.
The older we get – the faster time flies – the smaller the world becomes – the closer we get
I am defined by my choices and I always chose in a way that would leave my options open. Whether we’re talking about a meal, a relationship, or a living arrangement, there was usually an escape clause. I believe that comes from a deep rooted fear of commitment. Thinking that something or someone better will come along and you’ll already be consumed. I never realized how self-absorbed was, but I understand it. Now, I am free.
Once in a while we visit a place, or meet a person, or have an experience that changes everything… including the way we see ourselves in the world. This can be a profound experience that makes you question every aspect of your being. The key to survival is strength and tenacity. I’m no longer afraid to commit. I am committed to my education and my career goals and I am committed to being a better person.
This is something I absolutely must have for my journey to Alaska. My goal is to reduce my belongings down enough to fit in this trunk… and maybe another bag… or two. It really depends on how big this bad bear is in person!