I'm throwing off the bowlines, sailing from safe harbor to explore, dream, discover. Indeed, it is that spirit of adventure that has sustained me over the past week when even I questioned my sanity, on hearing the words "Surprise! Africa!" exclaimed from my own lips.
I am not crazy... or simply no more than usual... a dream deferred will be
soon realized. (See, the poetry has already returned to my soul!) I
leave in two weeks! I've gotten my passport expedited and lots of
shots (seven of them - ugh), I told my firm and started shopping for a professional-mining hybrid of a wardrobe. I'm in the middle of taking care of all the administrative tasks on my to do list.
For six months, I will be providing organizational consulting services
at a gold mine in Tanzania, between Lake Victoria and the Serengeti.
Though a developing county, the mine site is very safe, complete with
electricity and running water. As safe as Africa gets, my father says.
Sure, nothing about this is safe. Nothing about it is rational. Except that sitting still is worse. Sitting still is death. I will chase down meaning and beauty and adventure and perspective! I will hunt it down (maybe this is my lion) and I will be proud of every day, every step forward, every thing earned.