Running on E (mpty) - Week 6 of PST

Ooook so here it is, my first post lined with a hint of grey as opposed to sparkling rays of yellow. I believe the best way to describe this feeling is >>>PLATEAU<<< : Any of the following definitions can be used to describe my state of being this past week.

–noun


2. a period or state of little or no growth or decline: to reach a plateau in one's career.

3. Psychology . a period of little or no apparent progress in an individuals learning, marked by an inability to increase speed, reduce number of errors, etc., and indicated by a horizontal stretch in a learning curve or graph.



4. a flat stand, as for a centerpiece, sometimes extending the full length of a table. ( YES, there are moments in the day where I FEEL as if I am indeed a centerpiece!)



–verb (used without object)



5. to reach a state or level of little or no growth or decline, especially to stop increasing or progressing; remain at a stable level of achievement; level off: After a period of uninterrupted growth, sales began to plateau.






Well I think you get the point. On top of feeling as if my wheels are spinning round and round going absolutely nowhere other than the pre -constructed track already laid out for me. My thoughts run rampant day dreaming has it perks , truly, however there comes a point where I would like to enjoy the present moment more than the thoughts dancing around in my head.



On a brighter note, I have encountered a surge within that has lead me to writing more than ever before. Journaling, poems, vents, motivational speeches (to myself I guess), blurbs...its pretty neat.



Highlight of my week: being nominated by my fellow trainees to give a speech at our Swearing in Ceremony. Its a pretty special event because it marks the transition from successfully completing training to being sworn in as an official Peace Corps Volunteer. I am excited and honored. We are kind of like a dysfunctional family, I appreciate each of them in a special way. With that said I also feel we are all getting to the point of being annoyed over little things. Its not so much one another, more so the situation. Imagine being randomly selected to begin 2 years of your life with 12 strangers. ( Some of my military friends probably identify) You are forced to become each others support system in one way or another. I enjoy the camaraderie and familiarity that we get from all the time we have been spending together...lunch, after training liming, weekend excursions.. its been great.

                   
Training, however, is starting to feel repetitive, boring, ceaseless, constant, continual, dull, insistent, monotonous, repeated, uninteresting, verbose..you get the point. I understand the purpose of training. I get the need to expose us to module after module. Some of you may know I actually enjoy meetings and trainings, I love learning new things but I find myself mentally grasping into the air as I watch my day dreams float away into the pretty shades of blue in the sky. Skipping stones across the flood of information just to create a ripple in the flow.



I think it's safe to say I have successfully exited the honeymoon stage :)