The Latest
It’s been a long time since I posted an update about where
my life is at now, and if I want to keep this blog alive, it necessitates a post once in a while. And, as a true lover of the cheesy, I can't picture anything better than a thanksgiving post covered in cheese.
The Search
I’m still on the lookout for a solid post-PC job.
I’ve felt a lot of guilt over this, among other things, since coming back. Many
of my fellow RPCVS have found semi-permanent postilions following their return to
the US. But, I still haven’t. I’ve been searching a bit more diligently in the
past week, and I’m keeping the hope that something awesome is coming.
I spent 2 and a half months at the Blue Bench, an incredible
Rape Crisis Center, filled with the most inspiring people I’ve ever met. I
realized that, despite my respect for Barack Obama being a canvasser in his
youth, I do not like community organizing. I do, however, continue to hold deep
respect and admiration for the Blue Bench. The staff are shockingly inspiring, truly
wild, and genuine about who they are and their desire to change the world. Though
I’m no longer an employee, I am utterly grateful that Blue Bench, and the
people who came into my life.
My full time job, now, is substitute teaching. I spent a
week substituting in an elementary level Special Education classroom. I
had one college class on special education which did nothing to prepare me for
the reality of several screaming children in one classroom that I was supposed
to calm down. But, honestly, it went
great. A mixture of patience, compassion, and hardcore teacher voice seemed to
work. There was one kiddo who notoriously hated all substitute teachers. Except
me. Either my awkward charm or fondness of talking to people that don’t like me
won out. Didn't think I'd get so lucky that I still love teaching kids, and am actually good at it. That's been a pleasant surprise.
I’m also working part time at a nonprofit I spent a lot of
my youth volunteering at: The Butterfly Pavilion. I’m a birthday party/event
coordinator. And I get to hold Rosie(the tarantula). I start on Saturday, and I
can’t wait to go back. Over my middle school and high school years I accumulated
over 800 volunteer hours while holding tarantulas and talking to people about
butterflies. If anybody is still wondering why I am the jungle woman I am,
wonder no more.
The Shift
I remember waiting for the shift in Peace Corps. I was
waiting for the percentage of time I was uncomfortable to shift 100% to a whopping 99% or
maybe even 90%. Despite all my experience and the wisdom I assume I should
have, I haven’t discovered a way to make this shift happen any faster. The only infallible
solution is, in fact, time. Three months after coming home, the shift is finally happening.
I feel a bit American again. I don’t feel weird for having electricity
to leave my lights on past 8 pm. I don’t feel guilty when I take a hot shower
in the morning. I’m still overwhelmed by grocery stores, understanding
insurance, retirement accounts and taxes, but it’s not unbearable like it used
to be. I think some of who I was in Peace Corps is permanent, but I’m
finally finding a combination between jungle queen Beth, and Beth who lives in
her parents’ house.
Part of the shift for me, this time around, has been trusting America again. I was here when something crazy happened. When huge populations of people lost faith in America, in their fellow Americans. When hate groups were validated. But, I was also here when people stood up. And continue to stand up, to show their voice, their support, their love, in every way they can. One of my friends cancelled all monthly media subscriptions to instead donate to these organizations: http://jezebel.com/a-list-of-pro-women-pro-immigrant-pro-earth-anti-big-1788752078
I donated to them for his birthday too. I'm not saying this is a fail-safe donate here and you'll feel better about everything, but it is doing something, it makes me feel like I am fighting to make a difference, no matter how small.
I've been stunned by the election results. Scared, angry, but mostly stunned. Stunned into inactivity. And I've been impressed by those who stand up, especially now, when life still appears "safe". I'm impressed by the people who try to understand if this election really reflects the depth of hate in America, or perhaps has been misunderstood, as so many people have been, and continue to be. I can't say I know what's happening next with America in light of the election, and I'm honestly terrified. But, I can't fight when I'm scared. I can rally. I can remind myself of the similarities, of the love which these events have brought to light. Obama has made a lot of speeches recently, but one that struck me included the line: "Thanksgiving is a time to remember that we have a lot more in common than divides us." Let us hope so.
Part of the shift for me, this time around, has been trusting America again. I was here when something crazy happened. When huge populations of people lost faith in America, in their fellow Americans. When hate groups were validated. But, I was also here when people stood up. And continue to stand up, to show their voice, their support, their love, in every way they can. One of my friends cancelled all monthly media subscriptions to instead donate to these organizations: http://jezebel.com/a-list-of-pro-women-pro-immigrant-pro-earth-anti-big-1788752078
I donated to them for his birthday too. I'm not saying this is a fail-safe donate here and you'll feel better about everything, but it is doing something, it makes me feel like I am fighting to make a difference, no matter how small.
I've been stunned by the election results. Scared, angry, but mostly stunned. Stunned into inactivity. And I've been impressed by those who stand up, especially now, when life still appears "safe". I'm impressed by the people who try to understand if this election really reflects the depth of hate in America, or perhaps has been misunderstood, as so many people have been, and continue to be. I can't say I know what's happening next with America in light of the election, and I'm honestly terrified. But, I can't fight when I'm scared. I can rally. I can remind myself of the similarities, of the love which these events have brought to light. Obama has made a lot of speeches recently, but one that struck me included the line: "Thanksgiving is a time to remember that we have a lot more in common than divides us." Let us hope so.
Giving Gratitude
I track my gratitude in a journal daily, to keep my mind
focusing on positives instead of the negativity we feed ourselves, which the
media perpetuates. I'm sharing a selection of these daily fragments of gratitude. Certainly this
concept is not unique, nor are many of the things I’m grateful for. But, they
are significant for where I am at now. I hope they may inspire a sense of
gratefulness in you, an eye of wonder toward everything positive that fills our
lives. I hope we can find those similarities that give us strength. I hope you have a tasty meal tomorrow, and tell someone how grateful you
are that they are in your life. Until next time ya’ll.
I’m grateful for
© The
home I have to come home to. I have my own space, and it’s warm and safe. There
are a lot of people who aren’t so lucky.
© The
freedom to be and do what I want.
© The
Blue Bench friends I made.
© The
clouds being beautiful today.
© My
supervisor and friend saying they were proud of me.
© The
hot water working again.
© My
high school crew: amazing people who, despite our large differences, I still
have a lot in common with.
© Going
to a museum free day with my parents.
© Being
single because I can take up all the space on the bed and only have to worry
about my own feelings most of the time.
© Getting
a super snazzy thrift store jacket
© People
who are fighting for what they believe in.
© My
parents surprising me with a new nalgene because my old one was gross and smelled
like bleach.
© Going
kickboxing with my friend and pushing myself really hard.
© This
cozy sweater which makes me hate winter a little less.