Humble Pie

It seems I needed another weeks worth of lessons in the art of correction. This week will be one that I will remember in detail for a long time, quite possibly the rest of my life. The short version is I ate an incredible amount of humble pie, now I am tired and need to sleep off this giant mental pastry I just consumed and think about what I did, The End. Now here is the long version:

I started the week with my mind basically in an auto pilot lull. The plan was to ride the motorbike to work and enjoy it immensely (it was a beautiful cloudless spring/summer morning), then just do what I needed to at work to make the day go by so I can continue to enjoy this incredible weather. Well a funny thing happened on the way, it came in the form of a motorist making a left turn in front of me. I did not hit them, but in the process I high sided off the bike, damaging both it and myself. Thankfully I sustained no serious injury. This is why you use full gear on a motorcycle, kids! I believe the bike is salvageable, but won't know for sure until insurance is dealt with. This was the crust of my pie.

This incident left me a little frazzled and I took the next day to recover, going to the Kwoon on Tuesday night was just what I needed mentally. That place has the uncanny ability to bring your mind back to the present in a hurry. This took the pressure off me slightly.

The filling of the pie came on Thursday. My supervisor sat me down for a bit of an intervention, a coaching session of sorts regarding prioritizing and time management. He had some concerns about my ability to get things done and did have some good points to back them up. I was struck, I thought I had it all together, but when he told me about his concerns it was obvious that I did not. This was an eye opener if I ever had one. Seems I need to get myself sorted out.

To be honest, I feel grateful for the events of this week. It reminded me just how sneaky complacency can be and how much was present in my life. From my skill as a motorcyclist to my aptitude in my job, complacency has made a cozy home in everything I do. This is discouraging, but instead of concentrating on this problem, I will focus on the solution.