Another Life Lesson Tossed at Me as a Curve Ball.

I've been itching to write for a while. I know, I know. Radio silence hurts me more than it does you, Computer. Honestly though nothing was worth posting up for eternity. I did have some whiny little post up for a day or two but thought better of it. I don't want to look back and just see me sobbing to a lonely keyboard. Windshields on a car are bigger than the rearview mirros for a reason. Look forward.

So as a catch-you-up, I guess I'll start by saying I'm getting over this crazy illness that had choked the very breath from me just a week ago. My nose is scabbed over and I haven't had a great nights sleep in a while, but apart from people telling me I look horrible, I'm alright. Other drama has been tossed in my path but for right now let's just excuse ourselves from it so I can post something without any regret.

I may have gotten my dream job.

For my major I need 'practical experience' to graduate. That's really just a fancy way of them telling me that I need to actually apply myself to the work before I can say with any conviction that I want to do this for the rest of my life. Not a bad idea, if I may add.

So I started looking around. I can't be affiliated with the university here, so working again at my old job was out of the picture. Next step? Google. I googled environmental psychology (I suggest you do it too if you're curious as to what I want to go into) and lo and behold they appeared. Check them out.

They are the Wald-Piraten It translates to Forrest Pirates. Their mascot is a parrot. I don't get it either. But they are a camp for children recovering from cancer treatments. Their logo is 'Keine Mitleid, nur eine faire Chance!' (No sympathy, just a fair chance.) and I want to squeeze them all to death. They're perfect. So so perfect. Located in Germany--like it would take another battle to get me over there--and doing something I don't just find admirable, but exactly what every kid needs, and what I am full speed ahead about helping. Especially if that involves canooing, rock climbing, horse back riding, and basically enjoying my summer with a bunch of people who deserve a nice childhood.

I remember the stupid counseling we went into after cancer crisis in my life. Coloring pictures and soothing colors painted on the walls. To this day I avoid telling people about my family because they get this empathetic hallow look behind their eyes, like they want to take my hand and say it'll be alright.
This won't be anything like that, I hope. Letting these kids just simply be kids for ten days, I feel, is the best idea. No pity here. Heck, I might even scold them if they're acting up. (Because that's what grown-ups do, right?)

I threw together my papers really fast after indicating interest in their program and now I have a phone interview set up. But they are already talking about my housing and transportation--so I feel like my chances are good.

There are a few drawbacks in play already, but I'm hoping within the next six months they'll work themselves out.

Finally feels like something might be going my way.