First Class

I fly often enough to be in premier class. That means that I get upgraded from coach to first class whenever there is an open seat but I only pay coach fares.  Out of the last 20 legs of trips I have taken, I have been upgraded 15 times. I like boarding early, comfy seats, and larger overhead bins, but the rest of the first class experience feels odd to me.   One thing that always surprises me is how quickly the crew is there to meet your needs. That level of service is one huge difference between first class and coach.  One of my friends calls first class “princess class”.  I guess I am not used to a level of service that makes me feel like a princess.

I also have first class friends. Through their words, time, and care, they make me believe I have value to them.  They consistently demonstrate that they believe I am worthy of love and belonging even with all my imperfections.  They go on vacation with me, support me emotionally when I have difficult issues to deal with, come to my rescue when I have done something foolish, and believe that I can accomplish great things.  But the real key is that they are simply there for me.  I am convinced that is what it takes to be a first class friend, just being there for people.

I was thinking that everyone should feel treated like they are first class by someone.  Everyone should have someone who is there for them, who meets their needs on some level.  But as I allowed myself to think through it, I realized that what I need (and maybe everyone does) is rather than focus on how others treat me, I have to treat myself like I am first class and be that person who is there for  me. I should meet my own needs first before I expend all my energy on others.

When I was newly single and trying to redefine my life, I instituted “Friday night date night for one”. I would come home from work, get something special to make for dinner (including dessert) and a nice bottle of wine.  I would put some music on, light candles, have a lovely meal and then dance around the living room by myself.  I would treat myself like first class all the way on Friday nights.  But it was always something “extra”.

Unfortunately, the first class treatment never transferred beyond Friday night.   I am not sure why.  I guess I got busy with life, trying to be a first class mother, grandmother, colleague, friend, and there just wasn’t any time to treat myself the same way. Maybe I didn’t think I deserved the same treatment I gave everyone else.  Whatever the reason, I think that is something I need to change.  The next time I am cutting corners on self-care and not striving to meet my own needs before the needs of others, I need to remind myself to upgrade to first class.   I need to be first to recognize my value and to demonstrate that I am worthy of love and belonging.  I am worthy of being treated as first class.

Today as I sit in my third airport on the way home to visit my kids and granddaughters, when I have only had 2 hours sleep, I realize I am exhausted and without patience.  It might be time to practice some of that first class treatment right now.

Loons, Ladders, and Funny Fish

tony and robinMy friend Tony is ending his sabbatical year as I am starting mine. We decided to have one last hurrah together and go on vacation.  Since I am leaving for Africa in two weeks and wanted to visit my extended family, Tony came to visit them with me.  It has been quite an adventure hiking and kayaking with no internet or cell service at a lakeside cabin deep in the woods of Maine.

One of the things I love the most when I am visiting Maine is the sound of loons.  Their haunting call has affected me ever since I was little girl.  There is something so poignant and ethereal about the sound that it calls to the most unreachable places in my soul. It always makes me stop and reflect, to slow down and consider what is important in life.  There is a loon that is living near my brother’s cabin that believes the local float plane is another loon and a threat to his well-being.  So every day, when this particular float plane goes out, the loon will charge toward it in an attempt to get it to go away.  So far, the loon hasn’t been successful. When loons feel threatened, either for themselves or their family, they definitely make a ruckus and will do everything they can to fight for survival, including charging at float planes.  The phrase “crazy as a loon” comes from their erratic behavior as they ward off potential threats to their well-being.  In that, maybe they aren’t so crazy after all.   Protecting ourselves and the ones we love is the nature of all beings and many of our choices for survival stem from those very basic instincts.

Our vacation hasn’t just been filled with sleepy little Maine towns, hiking, kayaking, and loon calls. It has also been fraught with danger in the most unexpected places, like inside the cabin.  I have been sleeping in the loft.  Years ago, the permanent ladder that was constructed for the loft was taken down when the loft was closed in with a ceiling.  My brother and sister-in-law took out the ceiling and reverted the space back to a loft.  The original loft ladder is no longer there, so my brother uses a regular step-ladder.   Unfortunately, that ladder is about a foot and a half short of the actual loft floor.  Going up isn’t so bad, but the descent can be treacherous as I found out yesterday morning when I came down with one hand full of a computer and an iPad and only had one hand on the ladder.  Sure enough, one rung from the top, the ladder tips to the left as my body goes to the right and I land on the floor after bruising several extremities.  Tony, in moment of deep concern for my well-being, says “well at least you landed on your butt so didn’t hurt anything serious”.    This morning, my brother hung a sign on the ladder saying “you must be this tall to operate”…haha, very funny guys… I swear between Tony and my brother Rod picking on me, I will be “crazy as a loon” by next week.   I can’t blame anyone but myself for the ladder however.  I know better than to come down ladder holding an armful of stuff in my hands.

The other big event that happened yesterday was visiting my mother who lives in an assisted living facility that actually was repurposed from the old high school in the town where I grew up.  Just walking into that building brought back all the memories of that time in my life and of all the really bad things I did when I was in high school. It felt almost like being assaulted with memories of things I wished I didn’t ever have to remember.

As I was lying in bed last night thinking about all that, my sister-in-law showed me this funny fish that lights up with dots on the inside. It is great night light, very unique and original, just like my sister-in-law herself.  I loved it.  My brother and sister-in-law are two people who are happy and content with the choices they have made for their lives. They love where they live and are very aware of the world around them and the people in it.  I have met so many people in life that are unhappy with their choices.   People who constantly complain about where they live, what they do, who they are with…nothing is ever right for them.  At times, I have been like that myself.  I tend to be unhappy when I think that things have “happened” to me without my having any choice, when I want to blame my misfortune on others without taking personal responsibility for my own actions.   I am happy when I believe I have  power in my choices and own up to my responsibility for the decisions I make, good and bad.   All of those decisions got me to where I am at this moment.  If I don’t like where I am, if I am not happy with my relationships, job, city I live…it is in my power to change it.

Three bags and me

At the beginning of the week, I wondered how I was going to get my belongings condensed one last time.  I had one checked bag, one carry-on bag and two computer cases.  That is one piece too many for my airline.  Knowing I was flying out of Seattle on Friday, I dreaded the moment where I would have to figure out what to leave behind.  Finally last night, I faced it. I almost allowed myself to justify the $35 for an extra bag and then I remembered all the lessons I have learned over the last few months of culling.  I knew there was something in those bags that I didn’t really need.

So I went back to my hotel after a wonderful meal of burritos of complete with homemade tortillas and amazing refried beans (thanks Michelle) and the company of some of the best teachers in eastern Washington and I took everything out of the cases and spread it out on the floor. With each item, I asked myself the same question I asked weeks early when I was moving out of my apartment: Is this item worth taking up the space in one of the 3 remaining cases I was allowing myself?  At the end of two hours, I had one checked bag, one carry-on bag, and one computer case.  I donated a final bag to the Goodwill this morning.

And then, an amazing thing happened this morning.  I woke up, looked at those three cases, realized that by the end of today those cases and myself would all I would have to worry about.  By the end of the day, I will be homeless, carless, and on a plane to the east coast.  Three bags and me. That is it. Do you know what it felt like?  It felt like freedom.

One day, at the beginning of this, just after I had made the decision to give up all my things and reboot my life, I was stressing over everything.  Matt said to me, “Robin you are going to feel better really soon.  All that stuff is weighing you down.”  I have to admit, I didn’t believe him or any of the other people that told me that.  Now suddenly, all the things I have been stressing over aren’t making me anxious anymore.  I know that it is all going to work out. If I don’t have something I need, I realize that I can make do with what I have, even if it isn’t as convenient. What I have is enough.  I am enough.

It sometimes seems like my whole life has been preparing me for this moment.

When I think of it that way, I realize I can’t have any regrets of the difficulties and challenges that have brought me to this place, because I couldn’t be doing this without going through each one of those challenges.  And what I am doing is really amazing.  Amazing, exciting, and wonderful.  I have the best life ever.

I know that there will be challenges over the next year.  I am not thinking everything will be sunshine and roses.  But those new challenges of the next year will lay the groundwork for the next exciting lesson I will learn that will lead me to the next adventure of my life. And in each one of those adventures, there is a story.  Ultimately, just like a quilt, it is a collection stories woven together that make up our lives.

Right now, my life consists of three bags and me.

 

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View of downtown Seattle from Kerry Park

I woke up this morning to the quintessential Seattle summer day.  Temperatures in the mid 60s F, no humidity, beautiful blue sky. It is the exact same kind of day as the day I moved here 6 years ago.  I spent some time this morning reflecting on that move.  Reflecting on what it felt like to leave my (adult) children and family back on the east coast, a job in which I excelled, a community of friends, a beautiful home, a life that I had thought was perfect, and the ruins of my marriage. I didn’t think I would ever be happy again.

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Northern Cascades

When I first got to Seattle, all I wanted to do was go back home to a place where I understood the culture, job, everything…I just wanted my old life back, but that couldn’t happen.  I couldn’t go back in time, no matter how much I wished things were different. So I struggled to create a life here. I made friends, had some career success, explored new hobbies, and discovered the beauty and majesty of the PNW.   I carved a life for myself here and I didn’t realize it until recently when I gave everything up and now am on the precipice of changing it all again.

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Liberty Bell Peak

When I woke up this morning, all I could think of is that I don’t want to leave.  I want my old apartment back, to go on daily walks with Tony, have coffee with my beautiful daughter, ride my bike, ski with my friends, write papers, go camping, and enjoy the place I live. For the last 6 years, I have only thought of this place as a temporary stopping point, and it has taken giving up everything and getting ready to leave to make me realize how much I actually love it here.  I don’t think I would have come to that understanding without having gone through the exercise of leaving.

Commitments have been made however, so there is no backing out now, nor would I want to.  I need to finish the “reboot” of my life which has only just begun. Right now, I have deleted the hard drive, now it is time to reinstall and update the software. That is an analogy to the changes that I need to be made so that I can come back to this place from a position of strength and continue the identity formation to become the woman I want to be.  I think Africa is going to do that for me.  At the very least, it is going to change me.

IMG_9597So leaving today is bittersweet.  I will miss this place but at the same time will have a great adventure. The learning, growth, and change that has happened to me in Seattle will happen again in Africa.  I have a feeling at the end of next year, when I get ready to leave Africa, I am going to feel the same as I do right now, I won’t want to leave.

IMG_9594Seattle, farewell for now.  I leave you with a cheesy movie line… I’ll be back.

All changes are more or less tinged with melancholy, for what we are leaving behind is part of ourselves. ~Amelia Barr

I will have the same thing…

I was reminded yesterday about being careful not to take things and people for granted. I am reasonably good at being thankful for most of the things in my life. However, sometimes I screw up and take for granted the one person who has been steadfastly there for me.  I think it is because I trust, without question, that he will be in life, enriching it in so many ways.

Academic job interviews span two days.  You give a research presentation, a teaching presentation, and hour long interviews with dozens of people. It is rigorous.  However, as long as I am talking about my work, I am comfortable in those settings.  I knew in the interview process when I applied for my job in Seattle that the official dinner would be my greatest challenge.  I was a hick girl from rural North Carolina in Seattle having dinner with all these classy, sophisticated people.  I had no clue what to order or what kinds conversation to make with these people. I tend to be a little blunt and outspoken and just say whatever pops into my head.  My goal was to shut my mouth and try to keep them talking as much as possible and to hopefully not order anything stupid off the menu. That was my plan.

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Tony takes amazing photos. He is really creative

So I get to the dinner and there is Tony.  Handsome, sophisticated, and the most articulate person I have ever met.  I was in trouble.  The waitress came over to take our order. Tony ordered an incredible glass of wine and the salmon which was plank seared. Now, just to give you some context, where I came from wine comes in two flavors, white and red, and I had no idea what “plank seared” meant.  So of course, after he ordered and the waitress turned to me, I said “that sounds great, I will have the same thing”. I had no idea if I would even like it or not. Tony then drew me into a conversation about pig pickin’s and hush puppies and had the whole table laughing hysterically.  I just knew that I had blown the whole interview right there. They had to have thought I needed to be in the kitchen frying something rather than in an academic position.  I was surprised when they offered me my job.

About a week after starting my job, I was walking down the hallway carrying geoboards.  Tony was walking past me and said “geoboards, fun!”.  Since Tony is the literacy professor, I was taken aback. I mean, seriously, how many people outside of math even know what geoboards are? So I asked him how he knew about geoboards and he told me that he went to a school taught by hippies so he was “raised on geoboards and autoharps”.  How could anyone not be friends with a guy who can come back with a line like that? The timing of his humor is always perfect.

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Robin & Tony.  What a great friend to hold his hand over my neck to hide the multiple chins.

The friendship was born at that moment.  Tony and I have had so many great adventures.  Eating and drinking our way through Seattle Met magazine’s best happy hour edition, spending spring break pretending we were in Baja by going over to Alki Beach for Mexican food (it was snowing and we were in parkas on the beach), finding all the places with the best chicken in Seattle (Cafe Presse, Crow, Ken & Tony’s kitchen), the most amazing meal ever at Canlis, our famous end-of-quarter grade submission brunches complete with mimosas/martinis/madeira flights at 10 am.  There have been picnics on sunny days, the Bloedel Reserve on Pi Day, an unforgettable birthday trip to Portland, a life-changing trip to NYC, a New Year’s Eve with 48 gorgeous men, and a disastrous game of croquet on the parade grounds of Fort Warden where the movie an Officer and an Gentleman was filmed, a game which was saved when Tony’s dad came to the rescue with a very civilized pitcher of gin and tonics.

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Evening at Boom Noodle with Kristen, Ellen, Jessica, Tony & Ken

And then there are the infamous Happy Friday emails…I could go on and on.  Each adventure has been memorable. My adventures with Tony definitely make up the brunt of all the great times I have had in Seattle.  He is the best friend I could have ever asked for. We supported each other through tenure, have cried over the end of relationships, worked on grants, written papers together, and been there for each other in all the areas of our lives. He and his partner Ken have taught me about wine, great food, amazing restaurants, how to cut an avocado, art, music, vacations and relaxation.  They opened up the world for me.  With friendship, unconditional acceptance, respect, honor, loyalty, and love, they have helped me become the woman I am.  I love them with all my heart.  I haven’t let myself think about what it is going to be like next year without them nearby. I don’t want to think about it.

I hope everyone reading this has someone in their life that is so much a part of them that the relationship seems almost effortless.  Those are the sweetest kinds of relationships, but also the most easy to take for granted.  We can get consumed with other relationships that take a lot of effort and forget the ones that are simple.  If you have someone in your life like that, just take a moment to tell them how much they really mean to you.  Those are the relationships that should get the most care, not the least.

Tony Smith, my friend, my brother, my partner in crime…I love you and am the woman I am because I have known you.  You have changed my life.  I am so glad I ordered the white wine and plank-seared salmon on that fateful February night in 2007 and had that crazy discussion about pig-pickin’s and hush puppies.

What I have realized in typing this blog post is that being willing to say “I will have the same thing…” or letting someone else order the food for me has been a way that I have pushed myself to try something new and to show people that I trust their choices.  Being open to learning new things from others has definitely helped me form the great friendships I have with so many people. I think it makes other people feel valued.  It is something I am going to implement in Africa. When I find myself at dinner with an interesting person, I am just going to say “I will have the same thing…”  and see where the adventure takes me.

Defibrillator for the Soul

Matt getting ready to fly

Matt getting ready to fly

Sometimes, I can be a total hypocrite. It is do as I say, not as I do. As I have been getting ready to leave the country, between giving away all my possessions, applying for international visas, getting immunizations, etc.  I have been overwhelmed.  Instead of doing what I know to do, I have been wallowing in my own self-absorption. Thankfully, I have great friends.

Yesterday, my friend Matt (the one who always gets me into trouble) messages me and asks if I want to go hiking up one of our local mountains in the PNW.  Knowing I need to get out of the house, I said sure.  The hike is favorite of people in the area and also a local paragliding launch.  Matt is in love with paragliding.  So he tells me, “we can hike up together, you can walk down and I will fly down”.  Okay, that sounds fun.  I thought it would be a chance for me to be supportive of something he loves. I would go take some pictures and just spend some time with him.  I am going to miss him when I am gone.

Matt stepping off the edge

Matt stepping off the edge

However, since I have been running around like a crazy woman for the last 4 weeks, eating a bunch of crap, not exercising and drinking too much, I feel terrible.  We start to hike and I am just sucking wind.  The trail goes up about 1600 feet in a mile and a half so it isn’t long, just steep.  I keep saying “Matt, go ahead of me, I’ll catch up”.  Of course, the kid won’t listen to anything I say.  We chat on the hike and instead of relaxing and enjoying the company of my friend, all I can think of is my anxiety of letting him down by being so out of sorts and making him late for his flight.

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Matt flying

We finally get up to the top where the pilots are launching and I was immediately in awe.  They were flying!  I couldn’t wait for Matt to launch. Even though I am terrified of heights, within 10 minutes of hitting the summit I said to him “I want to do that someday”.  He replies “why not today?”.  HMM…why not indeed.  So I did it. No plan, no arguing, totally spontaneous.  I even surprised Matt, who without telling me, had planned it out ahead of time with his friend Mark from Seattle Paragliding.  Matt was expecting to have to argue with me to get me to do it.

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Flying

It was just what I needed. If I am stuck in a rut, doubting everything in my life, anxiety building, procrastinating, not taking care of myself, etc. there is a quick easy solution: a jolt of courage, kind of like a defibrillator for the soul. I have to get out of my comfort zone and do something that scares me.  Facing a fear, feeling success, knowing that I can make my life anything I want it to be, owning my issues, and being the person I want to be is all possible, I just have to do it.  It really is that simple.

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The coolest thing I have ever done

Got up this morning, went for a run, had a healthy breakfast.  Now I am going to do some administrative stuff that needs to get done, mail some gear to my son’s house for storage, mow the grass at the house I am staying at and then tonight…I have a date.  Yeah, a real one.

Just like a real defibrillator gives a heart another chance to beat and the person a chance to live, facing a fear and doing it anyway gives a soul another chance to fly and the person a chance to have a whole life.

The Great Equalizer

I can’t believe how fast the summer has gone.  All of a sudden, I only have on week left in Seattle, then a week in eastern Washington before I fly to the east coast to see my family in Maine and North Carolina.  And then I leave the country. Where did the time go?

I have been surprised by the responses to this blog.  I get emails and messages on a weekly basis from people both known and unknown to me. One of the common threads in all of them is to thank me for sharing my story and then to tell me how courageous I am.  I always chuckle at that. If I give off the impression of courage, it must be because my terror isn’t coming across via the interwebz.

One reader told me that she always thought that people who are more well-traveled or intelligent than she was are unapproachable, that surely they have never been insecure or vulnerable.  She told me she would try not to carry on a conversation with people like that because she might be seen as a “dunce”.  All I could think of when reading her letter is that she is depriving all those people of the unique beauty and life perspective that she alone has.  Because all of us, every single human being, has a unique story, outlook on life, pearl of wisdom, etc.  And the only way to figure out who will connect to us is to risk vulnerability and share our stories.

I spent the last week doing professional development for teachers in a very rural place.  In that time, I had the privilege to have dinner with three other women.  The only thing we all had in common was that we were all teachers and we were all within 15 years apart in age.  We came from very different backgrounds, ethnicity, lifestyles, etc. We spent four hours sharing our stories of joy, heartbreak, betrayal, mistakes, success.  We laughed at the unpredictable nature of life and the blessings that come from unexpected places.  It was wonderful and I have a greater appreciation for each of these women because I understand their struggles, the risks they have taken, the overwhelming courage they have shown to carve the lives they wanted for themselves.  They were spectacular.  I look forward to seeing them again.

When I first started writing this blog, I debated making it personal. I was just going to make it a travel blog.  Then I realized that if someone wanted to travel to a place and find generic details they could just use Wikipedia or Lonely Planet.  Those details mean nothing without the emotion and insight of my travels attached to them.   Sharing those personal details are difficult for me, I struggle every time I hit the Publish button.  But I always come to the same conclusion, let the readers take away what they need. If there is nothing there, they they can delete.  Simple.

When I started, I figured I would be the only one reading this blog.  So to have a reader tell me that one of the things they have learned from reading it is that “human emotion is the great equalizer.  We all laugh, cry, feel joy, get scared no matter how smart, wise, famous, or wealthy we are.”  If putting my feelings out there in this blog helped one person get to the understanding that all of us have a commonality of human emotions, then the discomfort of pushing the Publish button and letting myself be vulnerable is worth it.

Many people write and ask me for advice.  For someone whose life has been so out of control for so long, I still am amazed that anyone would want my advice.  People ask me how to get the courage to try new things, how to take risks, how to make decisions without worrying, and how to handle when someone laughs at you. Well here is what I know so far that worked for me:

1. Although hiding would feel good and safe, fear is where the fun starts. Changing my life started with facing my fears, one at a time.  You have to do something you think you can’t do. Anything, just try something new.  And then do it again. You gain confidence as you experience success.

2. Keep a journal.  We have to believe our thoughts are important enough to write down. I keep a handwritten journal, I have kept it for the last 7 years.  Those journals contain all my fears, desires, thanks, joy, anger, my crazy moments…all of it.  Sometimes I have typed my handwritten thoughts out, like in this blog for example, but that isn’t the same as keeping a journal for just myself.  I have to believe that my thoughts are important, even if no one else ever reads them.

3. Get laughed at.  One of the things I know about confident people is that they realize that getting laughed at doesn’t matter.  My amazingly confident son is a great example.  He would be at the mall on an escalator and just not get off and fall. He did it on purpose just to get a reaction out of people.  The trick is to laugh at yourself with people as they are laughing at you. You have to OWN it, whatever you did that made them laugh at you. It is all about confidence. One of my favorite TED videos: The shared experience of aburdity.  My advice: be absurd and own it.

4. Go to a bar, restaurant, park or coffee shop (anywhere in public) by yourself. Yes, in public, alone. After a lifetime of being married and having kids and lots of friends, I didn’t know how to be alone in public.  So I just stayed inside all the time.  Finally, I realized I needed to get out because I was sad and lonely.  When I first started dining alone, I would bring a book, sit at the bar, get a beverage and a nice meal and read.  Now I can go anywhere alone, it doesn’t bother me at all. I love to sit and watch people.  I remember those first times, it was scary.  So here is the tip, if you are sad and lonely at home, go be sad and lonely out in a park where you are in the sunshine and there are people around.  Watch people. Just sit, put a book in your hands and pretend to read, and watch people.  You will realize they are just as insecure as you are.  Or go and actually read or write in your journal, but get outside your house.

5. Tell someone something you don’t want them to know.  Start with someone you trust. When  I am getting to know someone, I always ask them two questions, one of those questions is “what don’t you want me to know about you?”.  If that person can risk and tell me something that they think is a dark secret, the thing that they think would make me want to reject them, then I am interested in knowing them.  Because it means I can risk the same back with them and that I don’t have to hide who I am.  People who can’t do that with me are the superficial people I keep on the outer circle of my friends. I know them, I see them at parties or gatherings, but they aren’t someone I am going to be invested in keeping up a relationship with.  I learned this lesson the hard way, by giving my trust to someone who was superficial.  It was the worst mistake I have ever made.

If you want to be inspired to risk vulnerability, watch The Power of Vulnerability.  Yeah…I know, I have a slight TED video addiction.

Things that are important..

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Charlotte & Brooklyn

I have two beautiful twin granddaughters, Brooklyn and Charlotte.  They are the most amazing children ever (spoken like a true grandmother).  They are intelligent, inquisitive and involved with the world and people around them. As I have been getting ready to go to Africa, it had been weighing very heavily on my mind that I would not see them again until the holidays.  They are growing so fast and I am missing so much of their lives.

So I made a decision. Even though I wanted to hike Kilimanjaro and had paid for the excursion, I want to use the time to go for a visit to two of the most important people in my life. brookchar So I am choosing to give up my trip to visit with my family.  My daughter and her new boyfriend are going to join me so my whole family will be together.

It is the right decision, I would have been hiking Kili and not been able to get to Ethiopia until the day before school starts.  This way, I will get there a couple of weeks early and be able to settle in, write lesson plans and get ready for school to start.  And I get to spend a few days with those beautiful girls before I leave.

I have been overwhelmed with details of getting my stuff together, deciding what to take and what to leave behind, knowing that I really have no place to leave anything since I don’t have a house anymore.  I am really having to think carefully about everything that comes with me.  I want to have enough room in my luggage to bring school supplies and things that I might need for my classroom.

I have to admit, I have been struggling with it both emotionally and physically. The stress is getting to me.  It has made it hard to write this blog and be positive. I make it harder because I expect a lot out of myself and I expect to be handling everything perfectly.  Not only have I not been doing it perfectly, I have pretty much sucked at how I have handled stuff so far.  From procrastinating on details that need to be taken care of to avoidance of the emotion of leaving, I have been making a lot of mistakes.

When something is right though, the universe will make it happen despite my attempts to derail it.  Everything is falling into place.  Visas have been arranged, travel is straight, vaccinations are finished, even the packing will get done.  Because I had already culled my possessions when I moved out of my house, there isn’t a lot to go through now, so it really won’t be as hard as I am making it out to be in my mind. And I know that soon, I will be on a plane going to the birthplace of humanity and the soul of the world.  I am excited, anxious, happy, and terrified all at the same time.

Jump and the net will appear. ~John Burroughs

I don’t actually believe the saying “Jump and the net will appear”.  From what I understand about life, I think that sometimes we jump and we just hit the ground and there isn’t any net.  Nothing catches us, we just fall flat on our faces.   Yeah, I know…ouch.

I come from a family who believes in pragmatism.  My brother, the one that is our mom’s favorite, buys a new truck about every 10 years.  When he was 50, he bought a new truck and told everyone he was “two trucks from death”.  When questioned on that, he would say,”I am 50 years old, if I buy a truck every 10 years I will buy another when I am 60 and one more when I am 70.  Chances are, I will be dead when I am 80 so I am two trucks from death.  I come from a family that is “that kind” of pragmatic.  They approach life with humor, grace, realism, and incredible bluntness.  My brother currently has a job where he has use of a work truck to commute and he only puts about 1000 miles a year on his personal truck so it should last another 30 years.  He now calls it the “death truck”.  When you go to visit, he will say “don’t bother renting a car, you can just drive the death truck”.  Yeah…that is my family and they are amazing. I love them dearly.

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Family vacation, circa 1966

My family has never been one on ceremony or flowery speaking. They understand life on an elemental level. Maybe it is because of the dramatic change of seasons in New England where they live, or maybe it is the harshness of the winters, I don’t know. I just know that they understand that there are seasons of our lives just like there are seasons in the world around us.  To demonstrate that, when we had a family reunion, they would say “look around you, there are three groups of people. There are the young kids swimming in the frigid cold lake, the 30- and 40-somethings playing horseshoes, and then all the old guys over there talking politics”.  When they themselves, in their 50s and 60s, started gravitating to the politics group, they acknowledged it and accepted it with that same bluntness and realism, knowing that they had reached another season of their lives.  One of the best things about them is you always know right where you stand with them. They have hearts of gold, but don’t ask them a question you don’t really want to know the answer to, because they will give it to you.

When I moved to Seattle I was 44.  My brother told me then, “Robin, you’ve got 30 more years.  In your seventies, you aren’t going to be learning how to kayak, ride a mountain bike, ski etc.  If there is something you want to learn how to do, you need to do it now. Otherwise, you will be like our mother who is in her seventies sitting around lamenting about all the things she wishes she had done in her life but now doesn’t have the capacity to do”.  My brother isn’t saying I can’t learn anything or have adventures after 70, he is reminding me to take advantage of every moment of my life so I won’t have regrets.  I remind myself of that often.

Ever since I started talking about teaching in Ethiopia, I have had wavering feelings about what I am doing. That is probably pretty normal with such a big undertaking.  And of course, with my type A personality, I think I have to do it perfectly. Which means that I beat myself up whenever I have a self-doubt.  I also have this crazy idea that I have to deal with it all on my own, without accepting any help from anyone else.  Needless to say, the past couple of weeks have been ones of ups and downs.  I have the feeling that will happen several more times before I am finally on the plane.

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Saying goodbye to friends

The downs have happened when I have been overwhelmed by details of international visas, travel arrangements, all the unknown obstacles of long term international travel and work, dealing with my physical stuff here in the U.S. and dealing with the emotion behind leaving my friends and family that I love.  The ups have occurred when I tell people about what I am going to do and they say, “I have a friend who lives/lived in Addis, let me connect you” and I get these emails from people around the world who tell me how much I am going to love it.  They give me connections to great coffee shops, restaurants, and insights into things to do. And not just in the city, but things that will call to my adventurous side also. Places like the Simien Mountains, the Danakil depression, Gondar, the Blue Nile Falls, and Lake Tana and when I look at the pictures, I can’t help but be excited by the adventure. Those times I feel like I can totally do this.

Even more important, I have spent the first half of my life figuring out what my values are, what I believe in, and what I am willing to risk taking a stand for.  This is an opportunity for me to be able to make a difference and it is an opportunity that not many people get. I understand how fortunate I am.  Now it is time to put those values and beliefs into action…to put my time and effort into being the change I want to see in the world.

Some people can affect change in the world by what they say so eloquently. I have always envied those people who can articulate themselves so perfectly. I am not one of them.  I, like my brothers, am too blunt and pragmatic.  But what I lack in communication skills, I make up for in action, I figure out ways to make things happen.  But in order to do that, first I have to jump, net or no net…because I only have 30 more years.

Maybe those bumps aren’t in the way…maybe they are the way.

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Ferris wheel on the Seattle waterfront

Watch with glittering eyes the whole world around you, because the greatest secrets are always hidden in the most unlikely places.  Those who don’t believe in the magic will never find it!  ~Ronald Dahl

I have had several “ah-ha” moments this week which all have a common theme.  Sometimes I get mired in my own fears, disbelief, and insecurity and when that happens, I lose my clarity on the world around me.  Instead of trusting my instincts and believing that everything will work out, all I see are the bumps in the way.

But I am also the luckiest girl in the world. I am blessed with amazing people who give me shifts in perspective, essentially helping me open my eyes to what I am not seeing.  And that is where the magic of my life occurs.

This week, I spent some time with a friend while he was in Seattle getting fitted for a new bike.  I have known him for awhile online and he always seemed to be a bit self-centered in his online persona. I hadn’t spent any time actually talking to him in person so I was a bit apprehensive when I offered to be his tour guide while he was in Seattle.  Come to find out, I was totally wrong in my perceptions about him and if I had let my original insecurity stop me from getting to know him better, I would have missed the opportunity to learn from his unique perspective on life.

He is a photographer and I have always been captivated by his work.  He has an awareness of the world around him that comes out in his pictures; an awareness of himself, the world around him, as well as the people in it.  In person, I realized he is probably one of the most adept people I have ever met for staying in the moment and being totally present with you. Without even seeming to pay attention he noticed details about the scenes and people that I, even living in Seattle, had no awareness of. He is someone who utilizes all of his senses and his intuition to understand the world around him and that is what makes him a great photographer. I didn’t realize it until I met him but that is what I was drawn to in his photographs. He captures the moment in an elemental way that activates all your senses and immerses you in the scene which brings forth things that you didn’t even know were there.  Magic.

In talking with him, he told me stories of traveling around the world surfing and becoming comfortable in other cultures. He told me stories of triumph, failure, joy and agony and he embraced all of those things as what life is about.  He told me his philosophies of life and gave me the space to be myself and share mine in return.  He is the type of person I have always wanted to be…embracing life, accepting his mistakes with grace, being truly in the moment, caring about the people in his life, and just being wonderfully alive.

Since he left, I have been having a ton of difficulty in getting things ready to leave for Africa and I started going into meltdown mode.  I was freaking out over logistical details.  I could only see the obstacles, the bumps in the road. I made a post about my fears in my online forum and a friend said “maybe those bumps aren’t in the way…maybe they are the way.” BAM…that is the perspective shift I needed.

It made me think about the person I had just said I wanted to be.  Someone who embraces all of life, both the part with bumps as well as those that are smooth sailing.  Someone who can be truly in the moment, caring about people, fully alive…and it hit me.  It would all work out.

I just need to be confident and trust myself. The path I am on is the path for me, I just need to keep walking.