During college, I studied hard. It was what was important to me. I saw it as my ticket around the globe and to interact with people everywhere.
After college, I moved to Pennsylvania to live with my family and to consider employment in the nearby metropolitan areas (Philly, Baltimore, DC, and NYC). A career-type job didn't come quickly and to pass the time, I took on jobs that did not make use of my college education nor acknowledge my interests. They helped me know what I didn't want in many ways. I kept continuing in keeping up hope for a "real position" that was paid and allowed me to fulfill the all-American dream.
Eventually, I gave up. Was this what I truly wanted? What was I really interested in?
Money has never been my driving factor. Growing up in a family of adequate means, it was never a real "struggle" to get by or support ourselves. Money never played a crucial role, as it does for many. It wasn't the same lifeblood that millions of people struggle for every day. It was just assumed that we had enough, and never really discussed. It wasn't what was important or emphasized. We tried to reduce our spending through coupons and "steals" at the department store, but it was more the thrill of a bargain then not being able to pay full price.
I wanted something that would brighten my soul. An action that I needed in my life, and not one that just took place to fill my closet full of business suits and fancy shoes. I wanted to do great good for this world.
So far in my life, the biggest connection I've felt to such an activity was through travel and female empowerment.
I am going to start my journey. I am going to Guatemala to take part in those two joys.