So many of us young twenty somethings are trying to figure out what life is all about and where we’re supposed to be ‘going’ – as if there were some specific path or destination we should be striving towards. All of a sudden we’re out of what once seemed an interminable year in and year out cycle of school, papers, practice, Christmas dances, final exams – and now we should be on that ‘path’ society has always told us to seek out after school.
Many of my friends are dealing with this dilemma these days – but as my brother Armstrong would say – Sarah is putting off all ‘paths’ for the moment – and that’s one solution isn’t it? I guess I’m the lucky one . . . it turns out being disconnected can be a good thing – “What did you say? I’m supposed to be finding a path?
Can’t I just pretend I’m on one already?”
I’m starting to see the Peace Corps as a little bit like dating – I learn just as much about what I don’t want out of life, experiences, and relationships as what I do want. And didn’t those multiple choice bubble tests in high school teach us all something about the process of elimination?
I guess I’m counting on it.
This weekend, for example, I learned that I never want to be a farmer – ever. Sunday I got the chance to help Elke and Arend fix up their stable for the newest guests. The picture to the left are Elke & Sweet Dreams in the new stable.
Lots of shoveling, picking up rocks, lashing things together, and sweating later – I was more than confident of crossing out pretty much any bubble labeled ‘manual labor’. Ha, big surprise on that one I know – but there it is. J.
This picture to the right is of the new stable – however adobe walls were being put up to protect our trusty steeds from the elements a few days after this picture was taken.
But Christmas came early this year !
Sweet Dreams arrived late last night – and Elke put it perfectly – “I feel like a little girl on Christmas morning!” – and that’s exactly how it feels. You know when you’ve been dreaming about something for a long time and that dream finally comes home (true) – talk about exciting. So amazing . . . and yet last night I managed to fall down a bunch of concrete stairs and sprain my ankle – yes yes my Dream boy will have to wait another few days (way to go Sarah).
This is a picture of me on Sweet Dreams and Elke on her Paint horse (whose name I can’t remember). Thanks to my legendary coordination I couldn’t actually do much more than sit there until my ankle healed .
Well, the process of elimination or just plain going after what you want – it’s all life – who knows which will put you on the right path. (Those of you over ‘twenty-somethings’ – do you think you’ve found ‘it’ ?)
Besos,
Sarah Catherine
