I always hope to look back at the span of an experience and not feel as if I wasted any of it. For there to be a sense of relief that everything I could have made out of what I was doing I did. That every lesson was learned, every “t” was crossed. As we sped through the first part of the semester I worried I was putting my Alt Break experience on the back burner. I enjoyed learning about the social justice issues we were tackling, and I especially enjoyed “manning” the education committee with Nibras to help cover all of our bases before we went. Several weeks pre-trip I made a bond with myself that I would invest myself as fully as I possibly could in this experience so I didn’t leave with any sort of regret, or insight I would have otherwise skipped over. How privileged it is to be able to spend a months worth of rent and groceries to be able to fly across the country for a week to work with poverty. Honestly. This isn’t coming from a place of guilt, but I feel as if it’s a wake up call one who participates in these service learning experiences must have. What I’ve learned the most centers around my passion, but also my drive. My passion has always existed. I’ve always put the well-being of others above my own needs but as I learned in DC, that has a direct correlation with my drive and endurance to be able to continue the work. So often we expect servant leaders to always be just that, but it’s important to take time for self-care and have an “at the roots” experience. Specially for me, that was the YSOP dinner we hosted. It was a renewing experience, despite the fact that I was worn down. I felt selfish in the presence of those with less than I to be so detached even though I had an air mattress and food upstairs that would comfort me after we finished cleaning up.
If I could give any piece of advice to someone who was about to embark on an Alternative Spring Break experience it would be: don’t take the reflections for granted. Whether that be in writing, in groups, with your peers, etc. Be vulnerable in these. Open up, say what you’re really feeling. All too often we put walls up to those who are feeling with us. Allow yourself to feel with those around you. And then let that feeling guide your work afterwards.
At YSOP we wrote letters to ourselves to receive a month after. I’m excited to read mine. I excited to feel what I was in that moment once again. Never underestimate the pure, authentic will power associated with being inspired to make a change. That’s what I felt at the end of that week. Don’t get me wrong, I still feel it now, but life will take it’s toll and convince you those passions are unimportant. I’m learning how to fight through. How to be resilient in the face of opposition and hopelessness, and rise up above.
“Whatever our souls are mad of, his and mine are the same.” -Emily Bronte