Bellingham Bay, Summer 2012 |
So what do you do when you have no choice but to hurry up and wait? When you've followed the steps to your dreams, but your dream can't come true until January? What do you do when you're trying to put your life back on course after 6 months of wasted time doing less than nothing, and you want to be passionate about something, but you find yourself stuck in a strange waiting pattern?
It can be argued that I've been on summer vacation since March, which sounds great initially, and it is great... initially. But there comes a point when you want more in life than to work a shitty job, get off work, go downtown to party all night long, head home at 2am with great friends, watch Planet Earth all night, and do it all again the next day. But this summer was weird. It was a summer of life lessons, best friends, great memories, nights I can't remember, zero accomplishments, major steps backwards, and an extremely vague idea of where I wanted my life to be going.
"But what about Peace Corps?" you ask. Well sometimes, you just need to nearly lose it all in order to realize that you actually care about something. True, this was a dream I came up with back in 9th grade, with extravagant desires to travel anywhere that wasn't named Covington, but without the funds to do so. It seemed like the perfect solution; just let the government pay for me to travel. But six and a half years later, it's difficult to describe what my thoughts were on the matter. I don't mean to say that I didn't want to go... Rather, it just wasn't tangible enough to grasp. I was applying because everyone was telling me it was what I was supposed to be doing; I was doing my volunteering because that's what I was told I should be doing; I was telling people I was excited, because I felt like that's how I was expected to feel. By the time I graduated, I honestly couldn't tell if I was pursuing Peace Corps because I wanted to, or because it was just what everyone expected of me. Peace Corps was, at a minimum, at least 9 months away, and never seemed like something that would actually happen in the end. It wasn't tangible enough to live for.
So where did this all change? I went from living for everyone else to living for myself... but how? A series of poor life choices, bad luck on Friday the 13th, and a summer's worth of selfish living all crashed down into a single night of life changing realizations. By the next morning, I knew I wanted Peace Corps, but beyond that, I needed Peace Corps. I needed to feel like my life was headed somewhere important again, and by nearly losing Peace Corps, I suddenly realized where I would be without it. I would be exactly where I had been since I graduated, doing the same thing, every night, with the same people. That thought alone terrified me.
Rabat, Morocco |
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