One of the things I got from living in a mud hut for 10 months was a sense of gratitude. For what, you ask? Well, a few things. For shelter, clothing, enough to eat, medicine, people that care, a few good books. For what else really is there?
Home sweet home!
It's like the proverb "One who has never tasted a lemon does not know how sweet sugar is."
Even before Peace Corps, living simply and frugally has always felt right to me. Maybe it's personal or how I was raised but buying things to feel good has never struck right with my soul.
Practicing having gratitude is something I try to be mindful to work at. Reading about the international news is one way I accomplish this. It seems we have to be reminded how good we have it. I don't get my water from a well or live in a tent as a refugee!
NOT how I get my water!
Sometimes I get the sense people pity me for living where I do (Auburn) and doing what I do (full time, low (almost no!) pay volunteer work with Americorps). And yet I feel lucky to have a decent place to go home to and to do work that I enjoy and enough (just barely!) to stay afloat. People seem to think I couldn't be happy with this situation, and yet strangely enough, I am!
I mean, I don't want to be a youth worker for the duration, for these kids are kinda wearing me out. And living closer to Seattle would be nice. But I think what I'm doing is right for right now. There are worse places I could be.
I still come home everyday from work, lie on my bed for a few restful minutes, then pick up my Ipod, get up and DANCE!
What's he doing...
So it goes! Be thankful folks!
Home sweet home!
It's like the proverb "One who has never tasted a lemon does not know how sweet sugar is."
Even before Peace Corps, living simply and frugally has always felt right to me. Maybe it's personal or how I was raised but buying things to feel good has never struck right with my soul.
Practicing having gratitude is something I try to be mindful to work at. Reading about the international news is one way I accomplish this. It seems we have to be reminded how good we have it. I don't get my water from a well or live in a tent as a refugee!
NOT how I get my water!
Sometimes I get the sense people pity me for living where I do (Auburn) and doing what I do (full time, low (almost no!) pay volunteer work with Americorps). And yet I feel lucky to have a decent place to go home to and to do work that I enjoy and enough (just barely!) to stay afloat. People seem to think I couldn't be happy with this situation, and yet strangely enough, I am!
I mean, I don't want to be a youth worker for the duration, for these kids are kinda wearing me out. And living closer to Seattle would be nice. But I think what I'm doing is right for right now. There are worse places I could be.
I still come home everyday from work, lie on my bed for a few restful minutes, then pick up my Ipod, get up and DANCE!
What's he doing...
So it goes! Be thankful folks!