This weekend Brittany is coming over to visit and I really don’t think it could have come at a better time. I love working with Invisible Children but the trouble with working with an organisation like this is that it is very easy to forget why I am doing this.
I have been trying to book summer schools and camps for IC to be a part of or do a screening. Doing that and reciting the same spiel about who IC is can be very jading. I keep talking about child soldiers but at the same time forget about the child soldiers. If that makes sense. I know that there are child soldiers who need saved but I have lost certian emotions that their injustice evoked in me in the first place.
At the start I loved it mainly because I was looking at places in Northern Ireland and people I know who would be interested. It was cool because I felt like I was doing a really significant bit to get IC known throughout Northern Ireland.
Since then though I have shifted to working at looking for contacts for the London area. And that’s cool but I think after 4 weeks of this I am starting to get tired. I need time to relax and forget about IC for a few days. I guess that’s the danger when you partake in something you are passionate about. You can let it become your life rather than a part of your life.
I don’t think what I am feeling is that unusual. It’s to be expected. If your are living and breathing one thing for a constant time you get sick of it. Or at least I do. Don’t want to generalise.
So I am looking forward to spending some time with Brittany because I know I will feel more sane after some time with her. I know by putting IC on the side for a couple of days I will be able to regroup and try and get that enthusiasm I had four weeks ago back again.
But I know that IC is important and I know that when I reflect on this time I will be proud and honoured that I got an opportunity to work with such an awesome organisation.
It’s not perfect by any means. It’s still growing, learning and ironing out a lot of creases but it’s cool to be a part of. Just now I need to not think about it.
I know that all this is a far cry from my earlier posts since arriving in London but that’s the beauty of blogging.