Right now, as I type this, I feel like I am a 6 year old kid who has decided to go off the high dive at the local swimming pool. I took a deep breath, and I decided this is it. This is what I want to do. This is what I am going to do.
Holy shit.
Holy shit.
Holy shit.
I have started to climb the ladder. Taken a few steps and now I am a few feet in the air. Yeah, I can always climb back down. Decide not to go, swallow my pride, and turn around. Going back to the safety of the shallow end, back to the comfort of the journeys I have already taken. But that is not who I am. I am not a turn around kind of girl. And so I keep climbing the ladder, higher and higher. And each step I take makes me more nervous, more stressed, and more than anything more excited. I cannot wait to just get to the top.
Holy shit.
Holy shit.
Holy shit.
You see, I decided, that I am going to pack up my life here in Utah for a while, and head to Bolivia. Just typing those words is giving me goose bumps. My life, up until this point, has been pretty amazing. But, it also has been pretty selfish. And so, I accepted a volunteer position at Nuestros Pequenos Hermanos, an orphanage in a rural village in Bolivia.
Holy shit.
Holy shit.
Holy shit.
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