Think about all aspects of your life right now. What comes to mind? Your job? Family?
Friends? America? The English language? Food? Car? House? Technology? Hobbies?
Frozen yogurt and burritos (if you’re sane)?
Now take that all away…. What are you left with?
Yourself. The
good parts of yourself. And the
bad. The highs. And the lows. (I love diabetes puns).
And myself was all I came to Paraguay with. And a few pairs of clothes and
shoes. And I didn’t know this at
the time. The thought hadn’t
crossed my mind until recently how much I left behind.
I’m starting from nothing. I am creating my own work. I am observing a community with so many different wants and
needs and hoping to find a match with what I want and know how to do. I have no guidance. I’m finding my new coworkers. I make my own schedule. I set my own goals. I do my own reviews. I’m 100% in charge of myself.
I decide whether to get up in the morning. I decide whether to study Guarani and
Spanish or watch a movie. I decide
whether stay in my campo site or visit the city. I decide everything about my life. Which in some ways is empowering. Self-motivation is an interesting thing. Me, myself, and I are my
motivation.
Would you go to work if you were to get paid the same amount
whether you went or not? Would you
bother to talk to someone if you only understood a quarter of the
conversation? Would you walk into
a room full of strangers with the only goal of making a friend? Would you put yourself out there? Would you challenge yourself? Would you
take steps knowing you wouldn’t see progress for months or even years? Would you do anything at all? If nobody made you or wanted you
to. What if nobody even knew
except yourself?
The Peace Corps is crazy. You come into a community with no family, no friends, no
job, no house, barely ability to communicate, completely different food, and
rickety old buses that run once a day if it’s not raining. And you have to make something out of
it. You have to make big things happen. Like save the world status big
things. And it’s scary. And intimidating. Yet exciting. And inspiring.
Every day I get out of bed is an accomplishment. Because I didn’t have to. And nobody would know if I didn’t. And the impact I make is miniscule most
days. But over my 2 year service
with a little luck the miniscule will turn into something. Something that I will remember. Something my community will
remember. A little piece of
Paraguay will be changed. And a
little piece of me too. We
hope.
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