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i absolve you of your mediocrity, not

OK, i've had the type of day that makes you want to douse yourself with gasoline and light a match but only after several hundred shots of bourbon.
here's the list:
1) remember the car accident? turns out the woman who hit me had an expired insurance policy that naturally covers ...nothing, not my car (Kerry's) or her own car. hussy! and she didn't even get a ticket!
2) i had another blow out today, same side, dummy tire! what's the chance? oh yeah, the car i bought that was "so well taken care of"  has four, FOUR, bent wheels which means that the new FOUR tires i put on today will not wear as long or as well, and i still have to replace the wheels at 175 smackers each!
seems like there's more but i'll spare you that to say this: i'm done with mediocrity, period. i am sick to death of accepting aluminum foil for gold. as i sat on the concrete picnic bench outside the 'discount tire' repair shop which is situated along the highway, the wind whipping my hair in my face. i thought WTF? what have i done, not to deserve this, i don't think i deserve this. but what evil monstrosity have i invited into my life that allows me to accept mediocre products, cars, relationships and the lot. i've had it, no more, no more mediocrity, not in myself or others.
now we all know mediocrity is pandemic and unavoidable. so how am i going to eradicate it from my life? by courageous attentiveness and loving firmness which may sound an awful lot like, "no." do you remember how the Israelites wandered for forty years in the desert? do you remember why? lack of faith. lack of faith. the majority, (almost always wrong except this last election) decided that they were too scared to cross into enemy territory a.k.a. the land of milk and honey. they were afraid of the big people on the other side of the (invisible) boundary line. the tribes were shown prime examples of the lushness of the land and its produce and they still said nah, maybe later when we're stronger or bigger or better. so they wandered for forty freaking years. my friends, i don't want to (continue) to wander.
and by grace i will not.
i'll keep you posted on the mediocrity exorcism. hang in there yourselves!



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