I do not want to be writing this. I am having a down time. Some work I was hoping for did not materialize. I am eight months into the Gap Year. It has been a good eight months. It could have been better.
I did not get done as much as I hoped to. My plans for next year have not coalesced. I have shed my past and have enjoyed my medical rants (here, here and here) while trying to find the new me. I have a few ideas for growth.
I am aware that down times must occur during a Gap Year. One cannot rebuild until things have been taken apart.
I missed some winter storms
I have missed a good deal of the winter excitement, having been out West when there were storms in the East or having been North when there were storms in the South. But now there is a nice snowstorm in Maine and I am hunkered down. But I am not enjoying it because I am feeling guilty that I am not getting anything done.
I have not been able to get hooked into the state political campaign as I had hoped. Perhaps my plan of meeting with health care providers was a bit grandiose. The truth is I have not been asked to do much. Still, I feel I have underperformed. I have a bit more time to redeem myself but not much.
Gorillas and lemurs
We are planning to leave on our exotic Africa trip in less than two weeks. We will visit Uganda where we will work at a vocational school in Bududa and go on a gorilla trek in the Bwindi Impenetrable Park. Then we will visit Madagascar where we will dodge typhoons (it’s the rainy season) and stalk lemurs. Madagascar is a dream destination for me. This trip is designed to take us out of the usual tourist bubble. It is designed to take us out of our comfort zone. It is certainly doing that. I am apprehensive.
So much hard work being done in this seacoast town
There is a never ending political dialogue in Maine about welfare, unemployment, poverty, drug abuse, crime and all their inter-relationships. I can see it in my geographic community. But the overwhelming impression I have is the hard work done by the eclectic mix of people throughout this town. The fishermen epitomize this. I feel guilty as I look out at the snow blowing and the men and women going down to the sea to fish or, worse yet, when I think of my daughter studying heroically during her surgical training.
I have to get back to doing something, or being something, worthwhile.
Now I must shovel some snow.