I’ve passed the 11th month of my Year of Presence project. At this point, I should be all like, “Yeah, I am so good at living in the now!”
Sadly, that is far from the truth.
In November, as I reached the half-way point of my service and was inundated with reminders of another holiday season spent away from family, much of my thoughts were on home and coping with missing home. As I continue to feel the one-year mark blues, I am caught up in my own emotional distress and thoughts of life after Peace Corps that I forget to enjoy the moment before me.
I am not proud of my wandering thoughts and inability to see blessings currently bestowed to me, but I do accept that I am human and am going through a particular difficult part of my service. So what if I didn’t do so well this month, I will make it up next month and the twelve ones after it instead of berating myself.
Let’s focus on the positives of November:
My students performed a few special songs to me as a thank you for being there teacher.
Unexpected people from home reached out.
83 percent of my Form B English class passed.
I am running more miles than ever before.
SDSU beat USD in the revival of the rivalry (pictures and headlines of the game from the Argus’ front page and sports page now hang in my hut).
I was surrounded by love on Thanksgiving and Fakesgiving.
I visited a new district and learned to value simplicity more than ever before.
I completed my first novel as part of the National Novel Writing Month. I have no real plans for it but, after the advice of a friend, I plan to heavily revise and develop it further.
It rained a lot, giving crops the nutrients they need and making local farmers very happy.
I had and survived bed bugs.
I laughed with my host family lot.
I laughed with other volunteers a lot.
I wasn’t perfect at presence, but I am never sure I will be. And that is OK. To be myself up about it, would be the exact opposite of what I am trying to achieve with this project. Instead, I will say it was a great month and look forward to the next one.