“Courage doesn’t always roar. Sometimes courage is the little voice at the end of the day that says ‘I’ll try again tomorrow’.” ~Mary Anne Radmacher I used to think panic attacks were just extreme bouts of anxiety. I thought they would come and go and you’d be fine after a minute or two. I figured…
Category: Peace Corps
If I’m Being Honest
During Pre-Service Training (PST) Peace Corps gave us all a chart. This chart: I took one look and said “NAH”. Because I’m a narcissist with an innate need to be different (AKA human)….I had determined I would not be allowing a generic chart to tell me how I was going to feel about this experience….
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Maybe I’ll wish I had this time back. Maybe I’ll wish for a do-over. Maybe I’ll wish I had stayed in closer proximity to the people I love and care about. Then again…maybe I won’t.
Fall
Green giving way to burnt orange and deep red. Nature turning to golden brown hues. Breathing crisp air, skin tickled by cool breezes. The crackle of freshly fallen leaves breaking apart underneath boots. Tucking my nose into the folds of a hand-knitted infinity scarf while dashing from the nip in the air into warm spaces….
Siem Reap, Cambodia
There are two school breaks in Thailand, called bpit terms. One is in mid-October, which I compare to the equivalent of a spring break in the States, and lasts 2-3 weeks. Mid-March through mid-May is the longer summer break. For this bpit term, I went on a adventure with some friends (2 other PCVs and…
Rhythm & Ritual
I groan, turn off my alarm, and open my eyes while I lay snuggled in my sheets. I hear only the morning critters and the whir of my fan for another ten minutes before I finally drag my body out of bed. I do a cursory glance around my house for stray geckos and spiders,…
What do YOU want?
Maybe the lesson here isn’t that straight hair is better than curly hair, but that doing what is right for you, regardless of what others may think, is growth of it’s own.
All I Have Left Is Anger
This post doesn’t have a silver lining. I don’t have a pretty sentence I can string together that can adequately summarize the depth of my frustration and sincere desire for some kind of hope.
Right now, all I have left is anger.
