Life is looking a lot better.
I'm moving on from the past more smoothly than before.
I'm moving on from the past more smoothly than before.
I've been keeping myself busy with projects (and occasional stress venting/craziness/being outrageous with friends)
My classes have been rather exciting to work with, especially since there is a chance for me to go to Haiti for my studio class and Apurimac, Peru for my 'Lighting Design in Developing Countries' course.
I told my parents about this and they weren't all that pleased about the idea. They interjected with stories of people getting kidnapped or getting some tropical disease and dying. It also didn't help that I watched Anthony Bourdain's (I love him) No Reservations: Haiti with my mother. It was generally shot in Port-Au-Prince, the capital of Haiti. Bourdain explained that there isn't really a an answer to the issues that are still trying to be resolved in Haiti. Because each solution could inevitably lead to more problems. My mother voiced her opinions about me going quite loudly, as she saw Bourdain put on globs of hand sanitizer (to lessen the risk of getting Cholera) or the voodoo witch doctors perform rites during Haiti's day of the dead.
But what I admired about this program was that it didn't just show the plight of Haiti, it showed people moving on. For example, local artists and children using the debri to create fantastic pieces of art.
I understand their fear of me going to these countries. I would be concerned if my child was going someplace where there is either war, disease, or disputes going on. However, fear is a crutch, it prevents things from getting done. My parents like to say, 'better safe than sorry'
If I thought like they did, I would wonder what I would have happened if I had done it. Worse yet, I would regret not doing anything at all. For some things, I tend to jump into situations and then figure out where to go from there. In this case, I don't want fear getting in the way of helping people.
I simply told them that I am not asking for their approval, I am simply letting them know my plans so they don't freak out when I disappear for a few weeks or so.
My classes have been rather exciting to work with, especially since there is a chance for me to go to Haiti for my studio class and Apurimac, Peru for my 'Lighting Design in Developing Countries' course.
I told my parents about this and they weren't all that pleased about the idea. They interjected with stories of people getting kidnapped or getting some tropical disease and dying. It also didn't help that I watched Anthony Bourdain's (I love him) No Reservations: Haiti with my mother. It was generally shot in Port-Au-Prince, the capital of Haiti. Bourdain explained that there isn't really a an answer to the issues that are still trying to be resolved in Haiti. Because each solution could inevitably lead to more problems. My mother voiced her opinions about me going quite loudly, as she saw Bourdain put on globs of hand sanitizer (to lessen the risk of getting Cholera) or the voodoo witch doctors perform rites during Haiti's day of the dead.
But what I admired about this program was that it didn't just show the plight of Haiti, it showed people moving on. For example, local artists and children using the debri to create fantastic pieces of art.
I understand their fear of me going to these countries. I would be concerned if my child was going someplace where there is either war, disease, or disputes going on. However, fear is a crutch, it prevents things from getting done. My parents like to say, 'better safe than sorry'
If I thought like they did, I would wonder what I would have happened if I had done it. Worse yet, I would regret not doing anything at all. For some things, I tend to jump into situations and then figure out where to go from there. In this case, I don't want fear getting in the way of helping people.
I simply told them that I am not asking for their approval, I am simply letting them know my plans so they don't freak out when I disappear for a few weeks or so.
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