Well, I have less than one month left here in the motherland. On August 27-28 I will have the pleasure of meeting my fellow training class volunteers, and on August 29, I will be winging my way down to Nicaragua, which Google Earth tells me is basically due south of Montgomery, Alabama. I'm hoping that's where the similarities end.
If you're curious about what my future life might be like, check out some of the blogs I added to the sidebar. I've been reading them, and I'm not sure if it's making me more or less nervous. It has soothed my concerns about shoes somewhat, and anyone who knows me knows that shoes are still the most challenging part of getting dressed in the morning.
Which brings me to my final topic of the day. I continue to be absolutely horrified at my lack of progress in life. I'm 26, and SHOES continue to challenge me. I have also been looking up people from high school; you know, the Google/Facebook/myspace crawl through the interweb, and it turns out that basically everyone I have ever known is cooler than me. This girl I went to middle school art camp with went to Germany on a Fullbright and apparently worked at a radio station doing goodness only knows what kind of cool stuff. One of my friends just became a lawyer, and the other is going to be an architect.
I am leaving for the Peace Corps in less than a month, and I have absolutely no idea what I want to do with my life. Up until this point, I have been paralyzed by fear of failure, by fear of trying to find what I really want because if I did, then that would mean that I could be bad at it. I'm finally starting to try to do some things to help me start moving in the right direction, and then I go comparing myself to everyone else. Cripes. As a former budding biologist, it sort of makes sense to me why we would compare ourselves with others. We're always angling for that evolutionary advantage, but isn't there ever a point in time when you just look at yourself and think, I'm here, now, and it's good?
Addendum:
I still have a desk, coffee table, armchair, twin bed, over the toilet shelf thingie for grabs.
If you're curious about what my future life might be like, check out some of the blogs I added to the sidebar. I've been reading them, and I'm not sure if it's making me more or less nervous. It has soothed my concerns about shoes somewhat, and anyone who knows me knows that shoes are still the most challenging part of getting dressed in the morning.
Which brings me to my final topic of the day. I continue to be absolutely horrified at my lack of progress in life. I'm 26, and SHOES continue to challenge me. I have also been looking up people from high school; you know, the Google/Facebook/myspace crawl through the interweb, and it turns out that basically everyone I have ever known is cooler than me. This girl I went to middle school art camp with went to Germany on a Fullbright and apparently worked at a radio station doing goodness only knows what kind of cool stuff. One of my friends just became a lawyer, and the other is going to be an architect.
I am leaving for the Peace Corps in less than a month, and I have absolutely no idea what I want to do with my life. Up until this point, I have been paralyzed by fear of failure, by fear of trying to find what I really want because if I did, then that would mean that I could be bad at it. I'm finally starting to try to do some things to help me start moving in the right direction, and then I go comparing myself to everyone else. Cripes. As a former budding biologist, it sort of makes sense to me why we would compare ourselves with others. We're always angling for that evolutionary advantage, but isn't there ever a point in time when you just look at yourself and think, I'm here, now, and it's good?
Addendum:
I still have a desk, coffee table, armchair, twin bed, over the toilet shelf thingie for grabs.
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