Bushwacking. (Or, It’s Gotta Be Around Here Somewhere…)
Email from 27 April 2009
Hi there!!
For some reason (I’m blaming PMS) the whole not going to Africa thing has decided to put me in a crappy mood the past day or so. Ugh. I think the thought of finding a vehicle that would magically put me in the right place with the right people with direct in country access to organizations I’d like to work with was so freeing (for that fleeting 24 hours!) that realizing I’m back (again) trying and break into a new field in a recession with non-traditional skills has sucked the wind out of my sails. I was looking at jobs today and in tears because it all seems so impossible and ludicrous and I just wanted to hug all the women I was reading about that were making mats out of branches or cooking for their villages or whatnot. And then I was in tears because it was so stupid that I was upset when I wasn’t the one making mats or cooking for starving people and was writing on a laptop and drinking coffee in air conditioning!
Ok, that was sort of an untraditional way to start an email, but when the reporter writing a story on me for the local paper came by the other day, we started talking about people’s roles in institutions and she said that thinkers like me (and you!) were really important to the way things work and that how seeing life as this one giant path where you learn and screw up and try and fail and try and succeed and keep going is really valuable. Of course… this was awesome. And is awesome. But… it doesn’t account for all the in-between WTF times that appear along the way. I actually referred to those WTF times today as “bushwacking,” because you’re near the path but not on it. And you know you’re near so you’re annoyed and hopeful and tired and most importantly ready. Not to mention hungry to be back on track!
I think we’re both in one of those WTF times where things are going well, but not really where you wanna be, although you’re glad you’ve come farther than where you started initially?
So what to tag the posts? Hmmm… all I can think of is “the creative path” but that’s not really one word…
Okay, I need to go to bed. I really need to stop sending emails late at night, when I’m all night-owled and awake and uber-rambler.
More soon!
xo
betsy
