A Week in the Rear View Mirror
Saturday, August 4th – our one-year-in-country mark, is now disappearing behind us and just a memory in the rear-view mirror. That much anticipated anniversary passed
Includes PC Blog: A Texan Goes Questing .
If any of you are considering – or have found yourselves thrust into – a life shift, congratulations!
It’s a gift of enormous proportions. As scary and exciting as stepping out of your “normal” life is or can be, it is the first step into your own quest. There is nothing like leaving your comfort zone to explore beyond the boundaries of what you’ve been taught, beyond what you think you know, and beyond who you think you are, to open the door to entire new paradigms.
It’s soul expanding, mind bending—simultaneously terrifying-joyful-thrilling-surprising.
I’ve done it a few times, at different stages of life. I’m not talking about “travel,” which—in itself—is mind expanding. I’m talking about stepping outside the circle of “what you know,” to inhabit a life immersed in a new language, cultural rules, and radically different living conditions. It cannot help but change you in some essential way. I recommend it for its transformative potential, even if you decide to jump back nto your previous life.
That “stepping out” will give you new insights, deepen your understanding of yourself and others, and enlarge the pool in which you swim.
In my early twenties, post-divorce, I joined a crew of three men for the couple of weeks it took to ferry a large sailboat from Florida to Galveston. In my twenties, that was way out of my comfort zone.
A couple of years later, I took a bigger leap— quit my job as a diagnostic- audiologist, sold my meager possessions, and took off for North Africa. I walked away from the comfort and relative innocence of the roles of daughter, student, wife, and employee and traveled alone and untethered. Living for a short time with family and friends in Carthage, Tunisia allowed more revelations to accrue.
The year I turned 30, I quit a high-level administrative job and set sail aboard a 29-foot sailboat with my new husband. We left from Galveston, Texas after hurricane season, but just in time for a steady march of violent cold-fronts tearing across the Gulf of Mexico. Having our behinds kicked often was humbling, but we emerged as better sailors and stronger, more resilient people when we returned to terra-firma to start a family.
Each departure provided the insights and flexibility for the next evolution of normal life: raising kids, growing businesses, spiritual awakenings, and navigating exiting relationships.
Mid-life ushered in a radical new chapter of becoming: divorcee, single mom of teenage boys, and budding entrepreneur. Slowly-by-slowly (as the Ugandans would say), I built a thriving consulting business, which I shuttered after fifteen years to go to AFRICA – and Peace Corps, the greatest adventure by far.
That tale is the subject of my latest book, I Miss the Rain in Africa: Peace Corps as a Third Act.
Stepping out and giving back—regardless of where, for how long, or how—is transformative in unpredictable ways. It can be thought of as both “an investment in self and an investment in the future.” because of the huge returns in redefining life, shifting priorities and greater wisdom. We return profoundly changed in some essential way.
If you’re considering it, or have already taken the leap, I’d love to hear how it impacted you. Are you glad you did it?
I’d love to hear from you!
Saturday, August 4th – our one-year-in-country mark, is now disappearing behind us and just a memory in the rear-view mirror. That much anticipated anniversary passed
Aaaaah – just when we thought it safe to go out of the house – Al Shabab, a revival and … Ebola come knockin’. Of
Every Year, some Peace Corps Volunteers put on what is called Peace Camp, one of several camps sponsored by Peace Corps through the year. The
Back in Gulu and readjusting to the constant noise and the oddities of place. When I was burglarized I re-arranged my room in a not
For whatever it may offer, here’s a copy of the piece I The Humanitarian Press chose to publish. “Although I have written other books and
Once again I am “footing” through the streets of Kampala to buy my bus ticket for the ride back into Gulu tomorrow. What always strikes
This past week has been a combination of lovely and sometimes comical happenings that have been unexpected but welcomed. I left the lovely town of
Leavings never get easier… In the insane cacophony of this particular Sunday morning – which started off nicely enough with a slow rain, the soft
OK – It feels like I should be feeling a lightening of load – having made it through almost a year. And in truth, it
I am sad to say that the animal rights people will be celebrating the unsuccessful termination of one rat, said to have met its demise