So I’m finally at the library again. Not having internet has proven to be interesting to say the least. Since I’m a hundred weeks behind, I should be doing school work but, I was thinking about something today and figured, why not write about it so I don’t have to do the homework I don’t want to do anyway. I love me some procrastination. Anyway…
Here’s what I realized about life. There’s really only one skill any person needs to be successful in life. Applying corrections. I’ve been thinking about the idea because of coaching. There are some girls who are wonderful at applying corrections and don’t need to be told a hundred times what to do. There are others who need to be reminded, and some who can’t apply any sort of correction if their life depended on it. Then I realized how when I’m living at my grandparents’ house, I can’t do anything right. I need to rinse out the milk bag faster, hang my towel properly, do laundry at a certain time and on different nights, put the water and soap in first, wash the cups before the plates, make sure the silverware are sticking up, shower only before 2 or after dinner, put the meat on the bottom shelf, leave the toilet seat up, come in the proper door, leave the lights on in a room that you will return to within the hour. The list goes on and on. I usually resent the fact that everytime I move I have some sort of correction I need to apply and remember for the next time I move. Then I realized, I can look at it as a game. Just like coaching, I need to apply corrections. The corrections that need to be applied in baseball are not huge in the grand scheme of one’s life, nor is washing the dishes in a particular order. These are not life skills that I need to know to survive, but these things, as annoying and frustrating as they may be to hear constantly, are teaching me the valuable skill of applying corrections in life.
I think the ability to make a mistake or just do something that can be done better, and then learn from it is the ultimate skill a person can learn. I’m usually terrified to make mistakes. Putting the clothes in the washing machine before I put the soap in isn’t a mistake if you ask me, but I think remembering what it is my grandma wants and how she wants it to be done and being able to correct it is a good lesson. It’s made me think about how I could make a mistake in anything that actually is important, because I can just fix it.
This sounds way better in my head but ultimately, I’ve found an opportunity to grow as a person this summer out of a situation that last summer would have frustrated me to the point of tears and breakdowns. Progress has been and is being made.