I can't believe it's been almost five months since I was in Africa. It has this funny effect on me really. I'm just starting to notice a trend.
Step One: I spend months preparing myself: mentally, physically, emotionally, and spiritually. I reflect, spend more minutes running more miles, pack, re-pack, and look over my journals to remind myself of the things I wish I would have brought the last time. (Last time, I wished I had brought dry laundry soap to wash my clothes in the sink. This time, I brought the soap, but I wish I would have been thinking enough to bring a rubber plug for the sink. Genius).
Step Two: I spend all of this built-up energy, peace, and patience in Africa. It's kind of like building up your savings account just so you can blow it all at Christmas. And sometimes, you use all of your savings within a thirty-day timespan and still max out your Visa. That's where I was this time around. Completely in the red. More on that later.
Step Three: Come home with a negative balance (in every literal and metaphorical sense of the phrase) and spend the next few months recharging. Once I feel like I'm back in a healthy balance, I can start actually remembering my experiences, categorizing them, and dreaming up witty ways in which to retell them.
I love to reflect and I love to write. So I always go overseas with the intention of blogging while I'm there. But I never follow through on that; I always scribble thoughts and key words that will help me unlock my memories in my paper journal. And that's about as far as I get. I'm realizing that it's just a process. Probably the same reason why I'm particularly bad at taking pictures in the moment. I'm always afraid I'll really miss the moment while I'm look through the camera lense.
This time it took me an exceptionally long time to get myself together in order to start writing again. I think this had a lot to do with factors outside of
The Change Exchange. This time around, I got back from Africa, already in the red, and immediately started teaching at a new school, in a totally different environment, and in a high-stress position. Compound that with two graduate school classes, nine papers, three PowerPoint presentations, a grant and book proposal, two speeches, and four Board meetings later, I was so far in the red that it was burgundy. I never got a chance to recharge.
Now I blog to you from my living room couch, on a sunny, cold day in Michigan, in my pajamas at 2:30pm. All of my Christmas presents are wrapped under my tree. My house is the cleanest it's been in four months. My bills are paid, my dog is snoozing in my lap, and I have absolutely no work to do for classes or school. After five days of endless napping, eating and indulgence in hot baths, rendezvous with friends, and creative endeavors, I feel... human again. I'm ready.
Note to self: Write down "give myself more than a week after Africa before I start work and school" in journal. Another thing I wish I would have had this time around.
love.