My bosses here always tell me to find coping mechanisms for the tough days of service.
Not a hard thing for me to do when I have a million and two bottles of nail polish in my little hut:)
Maintaining my manicures has been a big part of my life here, so I thought it would be really cool to tell the story of my service through my manicures.
About two years ago, I left my career, car and loved ones in America to be an education Peace Corps Volunteer in Lesotho. I now live in a hut called a rondavel:
It has lots of spiders:
The experience has been so raw that I've felt naked at times:
I teach English and Life Skills to primary school students:
Some days are bright and easy peasy:
Other days leave me feeling blue:
...especially during the holiday season when I'm not around my family:(
I've definitely been on an emotional roller coaster:
But I am so grateful for this unique opportunity to serve others with all my heart:
I even still got to inhale my beloved cupcakes:
And see beautiful South African sunsets:
Painting my nails, especially during my service, really kills two birds with one stone for me.
It helps me to relax, since I can be a little high-strung. And it is one of my biggest coping mechanisms, behind writing, crafting and reading.
I'm looking forward to continuing my polish passion when I step on American soil in December:)