Harbors Unknown的动态

It’s surprising what you can see with your eyes. Slowly waking up from the delicious Versed-induced sleep, I opened my eyes and saw Kristin’s gorgeous features. Two things hit me right away: I could see long-unseen details, and I was starving. The first words out of my mouth were, “I was dreaming about eating a sanguich.” (I dream with a Rhode Island-Italian pronunciation.) After saying goodbye to the wonderful recovery room nurses and my dear friend and eye surgeon extraordinaire, Giulio, I got my fix with a ham and cheese calzone. The seat belt snapped around my belly, now filled with flavors not available in Fiji and memories of my former life in Federal Hill. Kristin drove me back to the hotel, where I planned to enjoy the rest of my lingering stupor. A few hours and many eyedrops later, I was awake. With 20/20 vision and a new lease on perception, I decided to torture myself by watching our YouTube videos. It was like witnessing a car wreck in slow motion—painful and mesmerizing; impossible to look away. There it was! More wrinkles, unnecessary hair in undesirable places, and a few shots where my shirt definitely should have stayed on. No surprises there; I was prepared for that. What I wasn’t ready for was my performance: I had the same energy level as my recent nap. Compared to the hyper-caffeinated enthusiasm of other sailing YouTubers, I was practically whispering into the void. Why do I lack that over-the-top excitement? To be kind to myself, I blamed years of training to remain calm and collected, whether delivering good or bad news to patients. Then I found more justifications; real life—especially life on a sailboat—is often gritty, exhausting, or downright boring. So when I do show excitement, it’s genuine. But wait a minute, this is supposed to be entertaining, right? Authenticity doesn’t have to mean monotony. The truth is that I’m failing to meet the unspoken social media expectation of relentless, upbeat enthusiasm because I’m bad at it. If I’m putting myself to sleep, I can only imagine what I’m doing to you, friends and viewers across the oceans. I could definitely use more dynamism and a little Italian flair to walk the fine line between keeping you engaged and being ridiculous. I need more fire, a little more Italian passion. I need to find the thrill I felt dreaming about a sanguich and let it show, but only when it’s real; the day I start faking it is the day I stop altogether. Kristin Potenti Harbors Unknown