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What will you do with your one wild and precious life?
FINALLY travel to Antarctica.
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02 January 2008
Something that resonates everywhere around Pacific Lutheran University is one question inspired by a Mary Oliver poem. "What do you plan to do with your one wild and precious life?"
My answer: FINALLY travel to Antarctica.
What better way to kick off the next adventure in my one wild and precious life than with a bit of classic habit. In true Jenna-Fashion, I didn't unpack my Christmas Vacation bag until 11:30 pm, and started packing for Antarctica at 12:30 am—yes, roughly five hours before I needed to leave for SeaTac and a month-long expedition in South America and Antarctica. Appropriate clothes? Enough pairs of underwear? Camera? Chargers? I'm sure I grabbed them . . . If not, I'm sure I can find correlating stores in Argentina, right?
Mark one for the Queen of Procrastination.
It's hard to tell at this point if my attitude this morning is extreme anticipation converging with the present, elated exuberance at fulfilling a dream, creeping anxiety that I forgot something (more likely the case than not), or sleep deprivation striking at the most inopportune moment (also more likely the case than not).
All I know is I am a trooper and should challenge appear in my way (due to my procrastination and planning) I will simply channel Shackleton or Amundson—preferably not Scott—to come out the other side mostly unscathed.
Vamos a explorar!
My answer: FINALLY travel to Antarctica.
What better way to kick off the next adventure in my one wild and precious life than with a bit of classic habit. In true Jenna-Fashion, I didn't unpack my Christmas Vacation bag until 11:30 pm, and started packing for Antarctica at 12:30 am—yes, roughly five hours before I needed to leave for SeaTac and a month-long expedition in South America and Antarctica. Appropriate clothes? Enough pairs of underwear? Camera? Chargers? I'm sure I grabbed them . . . If not, I'm sure I can find correlating stores in Argentina, right?
Mark one for the Queen of Procrastination.
It's hard to tell at this point if my attitude this morning is extreme anticipation converging with the present, elated exuberance at fulfilling a dream, creeping anxiety that I forgot something (more likely the case than not), or sleep deprivation striking at the most inopportune moment (also more likely the case than not).
All I know is I am a trooper and should challenge appear in my way (due to my procrastination and planning) I will simply channel Shackleton or Amundson—preferably not Scott—to come out the other side mostly unscathed.
Vamos a explorar!