“Experience: the most brutal of teachers.
But you learn, my God do you learn.”
I think that quote pretty much sums up my thoughts about leaving my plushy American life to head to Arusha for a month–while I’m overjoyed and losing more and more sleep in expectant excitement, I am also mentally prepared to be wrecked.
I know, wrecked has a seriously negative connotation here, but it fits.
New experiences are hard, I sometimes (well most of the time) struggle with them. However, from my very short life I have learned that going through any new experiences, tests, trials, whatever you want to call them, push you to be a better, deeper, (more human?) human being.
The first time my family signed me up for overnight camp, I legit cried every day I was there. But it’s crazy even though I freaked out at camp, I learned–I even grew to love it. I went back year after year and eventually worked there as a counselor. And because I had been in their shoes, I was blessed enough to be able to help campers with their acute anxiety because I had been there, I had learned, I could understand. Sorry totally digressing, anyway I’m more excited for this “wrecking” to happen, to be taught through this experience, even more than I am to meet the beautiful children at the orphanage (which is saying a lot!!).
So bring it on Tanzania, wreck me, knock me on my butt, show me how much I don’t know, how much I need to learn. Help me understand how millions of people live so differently from me, show me how to bring back what I learned and apply it. Be my brutal teacher.
I feel so blessed and incredibly thankful to be a part of this. Praying we all arrive safe and sound. Can’t wait to get to know everybody better on the plane ride there!
Here we go Tanzania 2014!!