Ten days of training on personal communication, life in a mission, prioritize in emergency situations, refugee camps and how to deal with cholera outbreaks gives me a certain feeling of excitement and a weird species of butterflies in my stomach.
Off course it is not all as romantic as it sounds. Good thing I lost that idea working in conservation projects for a while...
Meeting new people who share this passion for a certain life style make me feel more 'sane'. On the other hand I need my friends and family at home to keep me with both feet on the ground. To stop me from jumping on the next flight to see 'that guy' (Judas's call) and to protect me from expecting to much from life and people. It's true, despite all the misery, war, destruction of the environment, bush meat trade, killing of innocent people,...it is important to remain a romantic soul, to cherish those weird butterflies and to jump on that next flight anyway....because we all need to go on that second mission!
[dancing in Denmark]
