The Backup Plan

I should be gone by now.

Six months ago, I was certain that today would be the day I left for the Peace Corps. Today would be the first day of the rest of my life. Today was supposed to be a bittersweet day of excitement, fear and anticipation. Today was going to be the most challenging day of my life, leaving everything behind for the next two years.

I’m still here. After a year of applications, interviews, paperwork, and doctor appointments, I’ve yet to hear anything from the Peace Corps regarding my eventual departure. And each day that passes makes it even more difficult to step away from my life as I begin to formulate my backup plan.

Backup Plan: Graduate School.

It’s not a perfect plan. I face a number of challenges in taking this route. I’ve been so focused on the Peace Corps that I’ve missed the application deadlines. But even if I wouldn’t have missed those deadlines, because I’ve decided I want to study Environmental Engineering, I have at least a year of remedial coursework to complete before I can even be considered for the program. Had I known earlier that I’d want to study engineering, I’d have prepared a little better. Now I’m planning for another year of Physics and Calculus courses.

I just have to keep moving forward. The path I’ve chosen may not be the path of least resistance, but quitting is not an option.

“The Plan” if Things Don’t Go as Planned

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Waiting for a response from the Peace Corps has been a true test of patience.

Any plan I make more than a month in advance is predicated upon the assumption that I might not be able to actually do it. The moment I receive an invitation from the Peace Corps, I have six weeks to get my affairs in order before I’m halfway around the world for more than two years. Making any type of commitment is impossible. But I can’t plan on getting an invitation either.

Is this purgatory?

While I wait (under the assumption that I won’t receive an invitation, but knowing I could) I’m crafting plans. Here’s a partial list of what’s on the agenda thus far:

Run for Your Lives!!! Run For Your Lives is an apocalyptic 5K obstacle race. But you’re not just running against the clock — you’re running from brain-hungry, virus-spreading, bloody zombies. Sounds like fun to me!

Climb Devils Tower My ascent to the top will be via the Durrance Route, one of the 50 “Classic Climbs” in North America.

Climb Montezuma’s Tower My last trip to The Garden of the Gods in Colorado was spent climbing the highest peak in the park. I had a great time, but I still have some unfinished business in The Garden.

Climb Mount Whitney My permit application to summit the highest peak in the Lower 48 has already been submitted.

Climb Half Dome I’ve already climbed Half Dome. It was one of the most difficult and amazing things I’ve ever done. On my first trip, I was completely unprepared for what I was up against. This time, I’m ready! My permit application was submitted yesterday.

Go Rock Climbing in Yosemite There is no place more beautiful than Yosemite. (I’m not sure why I’m telling you this…I’d like to keep it my little secret. I guess the secret’s out!) It also happens to be the best place for rock climbing, possibly on Earth. I’m there!

I think I’m noticing a trend…

Complacency and Fear

We must take sides. Neutrality helps the oppressor, never the victim. Silence encourages the tormentor, never the tormented. ~ Elie Wiesel

Today there was a fox on campus.

By the time I stumbled upon the scene, there was a growing crowd of students all with their iPhones at the ready. Instead of doing anything to chase the wild animal away from the campus, the police were doing all they could to corner the fox with their SUV. It was obvious that the fox was scared and confused. I knew that if someone didn’t do something to help the fox escape, it would be killed on the spot, or by Animal Control once they showed up.

I wasn’t about to let an innocent animal be murdered because it posed a “threat” to humans.

I ran between the SUV and the fox and started yelling at it, clapping my hands and flailing my arms to get it away from the police as quickly as I could. As I’d hoped, the fox took off running. I gave chase, doing my best to keep it moving towards the woods. The police were yelling at me, students were screaming at me to “Just leave it alone!!!” While their hearts were in the right place (I’d have preferred to have left it alone myself), if someone didn’t do something, the fox would be killed.

Behind me I heard someone say, “Get that guy.” It was the police. And while I continued to do all I could to scare the fox into the woods, I wasn’t succeeding. I turned around and faced the cop who was just a few steps behind me at that point. He made some comments about it being “rabid” and that I was “in danger.” I told him that I wasn’t going to let him kill the fox. Then he started threatening me with arrest if I didn’t do as he said.

I stood my ground, refusing to compromise the innocent life I was desperately trying to protect. I was nose to nose with the cop, demanding his name and badge number. I guess he didn’t like his authority to be challenged, and demanded identification. I had none. We exchanged words for a few more minutes, him making idle threats of arrest and me demanding the fox not be killed. “If I wanted to kill the fox, I’d just kill it,” he said. Tough guy with a badge and a gun.

By this point, things weren’t looking good for me, or the fox. I decided that I’d done all I could short of being arrested. Getting arrested wasn’t going to help the fox, or myself. I asked if I was under arrest (after all the threats, who the hell knew what my legal status was at that point) and was told I was not. I turned and walked away. I’d done all I could do.

This situation made me think about how we behave in our daily life. How we just fall into line, and don’t upset the status quo. It’s why we take photos with our iPhones instead of intervening to save a life. We fear authority, even when we know that what we’re doing is right. So long as our lives aren’t the ones being threatened, we remain complacent.

We refuse to challenge social norms for fear of criticism, retaliation, or ostracization. We’re afraid to stand up for what we believe in because we’re afraid to stand alone. It’s easier to swim in a sea of mediocrity. People who fight for what’s right often face pressures to sit down and shut up. Those in charge will do everything they can to maintain power and control. Sometimes, things are just worth fighting for. You have to decide what those things are for you. For me, today, it was for the fox.

Animal Control never did show up. Apparently they were busy. And the fox disappeared back into the woods. Did I save its life? I doubt it. But I sure as hell wasn’t going to let some jerk with a gun kill it without a fight.

The Most Important Year of My Life

Rare are the moments when what happens next will influence the rest of your life.

But that’s exactly where my life is today. It’s both exciting, and frightening. After years of being in the classroom, I finally graduated last week. I guess that means I’m a scientist. (Weird.) And now that I’m a scientist, at least in my education, it’s time to change the world. How, exactly, I go about doing that is yet to be determined.

Even though I’ve graduated, I’m enrolled in classes for Spring semester. I haven’t had much luck (any luck) finding a job (any job.) Instead of hanging around the apartment feeling sorry for myself, I’m going to use that time to further my education. There were some classes that I didn’t have an opportunity to take before graduation, and now that I have the time, it’d be a waste not to use it to my benefit.

Enrolling in classes isn’t without problems. If I receive an invitation to serve in the Peace Corps, I may have to drop out of school as early as April. But that’s only if I receive an invitation, and my departure date isn’t delayed for any reason. I’ve heard horror stories about that. At this point, I still have to submit what I hope will be the last of my medical information, which I expect will be mailed out within a couple of weeks. I still have one appointment before the paperwork is complete.

For a while I questioned whether the Peace Corps was the right choice for me at this point in my life. I think it is. An opportunity like this rarely presents itself…I’d be a fool to turn it down. And after writing a research paper about the connection between poverty and the environment in Tanzania, I feel like I have a better understanding of the types of issues I might be dealing with during my time in Africa. Knowledge is power! And now that I know more about the problems, I feel empowered to do my part to help. I might not be able to save the world, but I can help dig a well, or build a school.

Two years is a long time, and I know it’ll put a strain on my relationship with Erin. How could it not? Long distance relationships are notorious for problems. As much as I’d like to think our relationship is strong enough to weather the time apart, I don’t take it for granted that we’re not immune from the same problems other couples face. That said, I really think that if anyone can do it, we can.

In the meantime, until I hear something from the Peace Corps, I’ll continue looking for work. My job search will be limited to jobs that I wouldn’t have any issue quitting at the drop of a hat. It’d be a lot more difficult to quit a job I went to school for, and those are the kinds of bridges I’m not willing to burn, even for the Peace Corps.

And if none of the above works out, I’ll begin applying for graduate school. My school of choice is the University of Denver where I’d study Environmental Science, and specialize in Environmental Health. If I can get in. This would knock out Goal #63) Attend college in another state.

What’s all of this mean for my goals over the next year? A lot. If I’m not living in Africa in a few months, 2012 will be the year of climbing. If I am living in Africa, 2012 will be the year of climbing. Next year I’d like to climb Mount Whitney, Devil’s Tower, Kilimanjaro, and Ancient Art. I’d like to spend some time in Yosemite this summer…climbing.

I thought I’d get to hike to the bottom of the Grand Canyon last July, but it didn’t work out. This year I’ll get my permit application submitted earlier than two weeks in advance. I’d also like to visit the last few states of America, and finally visit all 50. Alaska will be the most difficult, but who knows…it could happen. Anything is possible.

Are you looking forward to what the future has in store for you?

Quitting a Job I Wasn’t Hired to Do

Sitting alone in a parking lot on the outskirts of town, I waited for a man I’d never met. He had a job for me. As I checked the time yet again, a car turned the corner, its headlights casting a pale yellow glow as they approached. When we’d spoke on the phone earlier that day, he told me to be there at 1 a.m.

He was late.

I stepped out of my car and stood there watching him cleaning the piles of garbage from the passenger seat. He unlocked the door, and waved me inside. The air was thick with the smell of coffee and stale cigarettes. I reached out to shake his hand, but he seemed disinterested. “Are you ready?” he asked. Only a few minutes earlier I’d been asking myself what the fuck I was doing waiting for a stranger in the middle of the night, almost in the middle of nowhere. “Am I ready? I don’t even want to be here right now,” I thought to myself.

“Let’s go,” I said. There was no turning back. We drove off into the night, disappearing down a back road. “Here’s where we’re going,” he said, handing me a list of addresses, “and the newspapers are in the backseat.”

I spent the next two and a half hours riding around the countryside on the wrong side of the road, delivering newspapers. Not exactly my idea of a dream job, but when I’d answered the ad I thought it might be an easy way to make some extra money. About half an hour into the drive, I knew it wasn’t for me. After we finished the route, I asked how long he’d been delivering papers.

“Twenty years!”

Twenty years? I couldn’t handle two hours. “So, what do you think?” he asked me. “I don’t know,” I said. “I guess it’s alright.” I felt compelled to lie to him. I didn’t want it to seem like I was insulting him by saying that I thought it was a horribly boring, mindless way of earning a paycheck.

“Will I see you tomorrow night? You can ride along again.”

“I’ll have to think about it. I’m not really sure,” I admitted, feeling guilty for wasting his time. I knew that after he dropped me off at my car we’d never see each other again. The rest of the ride was quiet. I knew that he knew I wasn’t coming back, but when he dropped me off at my car, he told me to call him and let him know about tomorrow night. I said I would, but I knew I wouldn’t. Maybe if I don’t call he’ll get the message.

I’m not very good with disappointing people.

Going Through Changes

In less than two months I’ll graduate college.

This marks a significant turning point in my life since I’ve been a college student for something like six years. Not being in a classroom will be a huge change. And considering that I’m being thrust into the worst economy of my lifetime, I’m a little nervous about entering back into the “real world.” There’s not much reassurance that everything’s going to be okay.

Two months ago I was telling you that I thought I’d wait to join the Peace Corps, and instead go to graduate school. Despite thinking that now wasn’t the right time to join the Peace Corps, I decided to continue the application process, just to see if I’d receive an invitation to serve or not. I submitted my medical information at the end of September, and a few weeks ago received this update:

Peace Corps received the results of your physical exam on October 5, 2011. If the program you are nominated for is not scheduled to leave in the next 4 months you may not hear from Medical until the time of departure is closer. Currently those programs scheduled to leave in the next 4 months are being reviewed. For applicants leaving within 4 months Peace Corps may request additional medical information. Please respond quickly to these requests.

The program that I’ve been nominated for (Environmental Education/Awareness in Africa) is scheduled to leave in April so I don’t expect to hear anything until December or January. Since submitting my application, I’ve had a lot of opportunity to think about what I’d do if I actually did receive an invitation to serve, and I’ve decided that I’d be foolish not to accept it. Now I feel like my life is on hold while I wait…

And if I don’t get an invitation?

I’ll apply to graduate school at the University of Colorado – Denver, and continue my education in Environmental Science, specializing in Environmental Health (if they’ll have me, that is.) Moving to Denver without a job or a place to live is scary, and in some ways, it’s even more frightening to me than moving to Africa for two years. It’s not the moving that concerns me, but finding a job to support myself. I have some money saved up and will be able to survive for a little while, but without an income, it won’t last long.

I guess if all else fails, I’ll starve to death…

24 Hours

“If you only had twenty-four hours left to live, what would you do?”

It’s one of those hypothetical questions people often ask themselves (or others) to determine whether they’re following their hearts, living their passions, or leaving a meaningful impact. At the end of our lives, we want to be able to look back over the years with a sense of accomplishment, of having made a difference. We want to be remembered for the good we brought to others.

The other day I was asked that question: “If you only had twenty-four hours to live…”

As much as we might wish it weren’t true, we all reach a point in our lives where we’re left with only twenty-four hours to live. And right now, there are people making plans for tomorrow without realizing they’re going to die today…

It’s cliché to say “Live each moment like it’s your last,” and there are hundreds of similar phrases, all telling us the same thing. But rare are the moments when we actually pause to appreciate how fortunate we are to have been able to grace this strange and wonderful planet, to have had the opportunity to leave a mark. Too often we’re caught up in the minutiae of daily life to acknowledge just how blessed we really are simply to be able to take in this breath at exactly this moment.

A diagnosis, an accident, an undetected medical problem…in an instant, life can (and eventually will) change for each of us. And while we’re all planning for a bright future ahead, some of us won’t be there to see it. None of us are promised a tomorrow. Are you living your life today like you might not see tomorrow? Because you just never know…you might not.

Appreciate your gift.

Be Aware of What You Eat…

I’ve been vegetarian for about seven months, and Vegan for two(ish).

To say that I’ve been excited and proud of making the switch would be an understatement. I’ve shared recipes with friends, cooked for family, spouted off condescending slurs towards omnivores, and just generally felt great about being Vegan. I’ve shared videos exposing the cruelty of factory farms, sang the praises of Veganism and all the benefits of not consuming animals.

And then I realized something.

As much as I believe in everything I’ve preached over the last many months, I enjoy eating without stress.

Let me try to explain what I mean in that statement; I enjoy eating without stress. Being Vegan has brought many challenges to the dinner table. At home, creating Vegan meals isn’t always the most convenient. Since we live in a small town, finding certain ingredients can be challenging, if not impossible. Still, I’ve fumbled my way through and have managed to get by. I’ve done quite a bit of experimenting in my diet, creating many dishes I’d never heard of before. Most of them were delicious.

But it isn’t eating at home that’s the source of stress.

I travel, a lot. And when I travel, it’s been nearly impossible to go out to eat without being limited to a $15 salad that I’ve had to ask that most the ingredients be removed. No chicken, no cheese, no eggs, no Caesar dressing…and it still costs $15 when the bill comes, despite being what amounts to a pile of lettuce on my plate. It really pisses me off.

When we went to Europe a few months ago, I wasn’t Vegan, but found that I was only eating pasta and pizza. By the end of the trip, I felt like shit. I wasn’t able to properly nourish my body while trying to navigate around a continent. I can only imagine what that trip would have been like if I’d have been Vegan.

On our road trip to Florida a couple weeks ago, I practically starved for the first couple of days, refusing to break my Vegan diet. I had my Larabars, damn it! I wasn’t eating cheese! Until I ran out of Larabars and hadn’t eaten for twelve hours. I gave in and ate a cheese pizza. Great choice, huh?

So I’ve been questioning my choice to be a Vegan. Why did I decide to become Vegan? Is it because I think meat is disgusting? No. I don’t think meat is gross. I’ve killed my own food in the past. I’ve slaughtered my kill. I grew up on a beef farm, and watched the cows be slaughtered. I’ve never been repulsed by the process of killing an animal, or slaughtering it. Not until I learned what happens behind the walls of factory farms. There is no compassion for the animals, and that’s the reason why I wanted to become Vegan. I didn’t want to contribute to the brutality perpetrated against animals raised and slaughtered under these conditions.

I believe animals deserve a life that is enjoyable and a death that is humane.

And what I found is that there is no humanity in factory farming. If you’re interested in knowing what happens behind those walls, please take the time to watch the documentary Earthlings. It might change how you feel about the food on your plate.

I made the transition to Vegan over the course of five months, and have been (mostly) successful in keeping a Vegan diet for the past two. But as I mentioned before, I’ve struggled while traveling, and began to question my thoughts on Veganism and even whether or not I found it practical to be vegetarian. Afterall, it wasn’t the meat that I was repulsed by, but the system.

I’ve been thinking about this for a couple weeks, and have made the decision that I’m not Vegan. I’m an omnivore. I think being Vegan is an honorable choice, and I encourage everyone to make an honest attempt at going for some time without eating animal products. Learn about the food that’s on your dinner table, and where it comes from. Take the time to research the benefits of Veganism from a health-based perspective. Look through the misinformation campaign being waged by the meat and dairy industries. Question everything you’ve ever known to be true about food.

I feel I’ve done that research, and I know that while I may not consider myself Vegan any longer, my diet will be forever changed, and I won’t look at food the same way again.

Will I Witness a Space Shuttle Launch Afterall?

At the end of February, I’d accepted the reality that I’d never get to accomplish my goal of witnessing a space shuttle launch. I’d tried, and failed, twice. And since the Space Shuttle program is quickly coming to an end, I decided to just give up on ever witnessing a launch. The first time I tried, I bought my plane ticket to Orlando and the launch was postponed. It would’ve cost us more to reschedule our flight than book another, so we went to Florida anyways. We went to Disney and Sea World (before I knew better), and I had a lot of fun, but it would’ve been awesome to have seen a launch.

My second attempt wasn’t as ambitious as my first.

Instead of booking a plane ticket just to sit in a random parking lot in Titusville, I tried getting tickets to the Kennedy Space Center. I wasn’t lucky enough to “win” the lottery for a chance to buy tickets. Did you catch that? A lottery, for a chance to buy tickets. Even if you’re fortunate enough to win the lottery, there isn’t any guarantee that there’ll be a ticket available for you to buy. So, I didn’t win the lottery, and figured the story would remain the same for the remaining launches.

That’s when I wrote the article, my head hung in shame, and admitted defeat.

Almost as soon as I’d published the article, an email from Kennedy Space Center showed up in my Inbox with all the details of when I could register for a chance to win the lottery for a chance to buy tickets for the next launch. Only half hopeful, I signed up yet again. Later that week, I got another email saying I’d been selected…I’d won the lottery!

The next week, tickets went up for sale.

I was too late to get causeway tickets, but I was able to get two tickets for the Visitor Center (and I’ll even be dining with an astronaut.) The Visitor Center is about six miles from the launchpad, so I won’t be able to see the Shuttle until it clears the trees, but that’s better than watching it on TV or from some parking lot in Titusville.

It looks like I’m on my way to Florida later this month, though I still haven’t purchased my plane ticket in case they delay the launch again. I’d hate to have a ticket to Orlando with no reason to be there.

The moral of the story? Never give up on a goal even if it seems doubtful. You just never know when you’ll hit the lottery!

Guest Post: The Toughest Job Ever

Today’s article is the second in a two-part series regarding children and parenting. Today’s article is written by Diana Krygowski Logan, mother of two adult children and many four-legged children.  Diana is a partially retired ICU nurse who spends most of her time taking care of an elderly father with end-stage dementia.  She is patiently awaiting grandchildren.

Anyone who chooses to become a parent agrees to undertake an incredible challenge.

You help hold the balance of the world in your hands.  Will it be a better place because of the person you’ve created or will it be pulled a little further down into darkness?  This challenge is borne with your child and stays with you throughout your life.  The toughest part is that children don’t come with instructions.  You learn the rules as you go.

Mostly we parent the way our parents raised us.  I’ve always had a deep respect for people who were reared by bad parents but were able to break the cycle and excel in parenting.  That’s a tough row to hoe.  I consider myself blessed to have had parents who set a good example.  They taught my sisters and I the difference between right and wrong, family values, respect for authority, a good work ethic and a sense of community.

I also respect those who’ve decided they aren’t cut out as parents because it’s not a job for the weak.  It’s difficult to be a parent….the toughest job ever.

When a person becomes a parent, there’s a shift in perspective.  If there isn’t then you’re not doing it right.  Holding a new soul made of your flesh and blood, so innocent, so dependent on you for everything, it’s easy to see that there’s something more important than your own life.  It’s the life you’ve created.  As a parent, I believe your children should become your first priority in life.  Nothing, absolutely nothing, should come before your children.  Not a job or another person, not a habit…nothing.

You’d do anything to make their world perfect but you can’t always protect them.  Sadness comes along the same path as joy, as life is full of choices and risks.  There are times when life’s lessons can only be learned through experience.  A parent needs to judge which of those lessons our children must learn on their own and which should be taught through consequences that we as parents impose upon them.  Our life experiences make us who we are and making mistakes helps children learn.  Parents must guide their children and create a balance between allowing them to make mistakes for themselves and keeping them out of harm’s way.

When it’s time for them to go out into the world on their own, stepping back and letting them lead their own life is difficult. You do the best you can while they’re growing up, trying to give them the freedom they need to become their own person while also being there to help them along as needed.  Letting go too soon or hanging on for too long only impedes their growth.  The goal is to raise a well-adjusted, happy person who is able to find their own way in the world and make it a better place.

People can say “Oh, it’s a miracle,” but until you hold your own child it just sounds like another cliché.  It really is a miracle.  When I held my first child for the very first time, I didn’t feel different being a mother but with every breath, my sense of motherhood grew.  My children were the center of my universe.

When you leave this life, your sign of success is not by what you gathered but rather by what you scattered.  I’ve been lucky. I have two great children who are now young adults and I am proud of both of them.

A Note from Steven: I want to thank Diana for writing today’s article and giving those of us without children a peak into the life of someone who does.  I asked Diana to write today’s article because of a comment she left on the Hundred Goals’ Facebook page about parenting and what it means for her to be a mother.  Quoted from that conversation:

“…teaching your children to follow their dreams is a wonderful example to set.  I’ve never felt like my children hindered me in any way.  They actually inspired me to further my education and broaden my horizons because I wanted to be a good example.  My children gave me purpose because I became dedicated to one single goal in my life: to be the best mother I could be.”

To the readers, I hope you’ve found this series to be interesting and balanced.  It’s a difficult topic to discuss as passions and emotions tend to dominate the conversation.  If nothing else, I hope these articles have given a glimpse into the minds of people on the “other side” of this issue.

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