Friday, December 26, 2014

Preparazione Per il Viaggio (Preparing for the Journey)

Yes, I admit it. I had to use Google Translate to title this. Am I ashamed? No...I am merely resourceful. 

Of course, learning to speak Italian is one of my goals while abroad, among other goals. Many, many others. Like learning to say "senza glutine" ("no gluten") to a waiter. Learning to use the EU train systems. Learning to take a leap of faith and go somewhere crazy for the weekend. Learning to cook gluten free eggplant parmesan. Learning to like eggplant. And parmesan. 

I hope for so much while I'm gone, but all my hopes can be summarized in the following: I hope to grow. I find that I have become much too accustomed to the perfectionism with which I operate here in the States. I strive on a daily basis to fulfill others' desires, and have become a self-identified "people pleaser." Don't get me wrong--I still want to put others first, and I still want to do my very best in all my endeavors. But I need to add an element of newness to the mix in order to catalyze growth. I need adventure and challenges.

Of course, safety first. Going abroad can be dangerous. Accidents can happen. And I have to be careful because, according to the international insurance plan offered by my program, they will only cover "the financial burdens associated with the loss of one limb or finger from accidental severance, amputation, or disease." So, let's keep the limbs. Because I can't afford it if I lose more than one.

Ah, the Lewis Model. Categorizing global regions according to dominant traits and placing them on a triangular spectrum as Linear-Active, Multi-Active, and Reactive. The US and Italy are on the same spectrum, but on opposite ends, the US being predominantly Linear-Active and Italy being Multi-Active. I myself am very Linear-Active, and find the US's detail-orientation and preoccupation with schedules and timelines to be, in an odd way, relaxing. I can relax knowing there is structure. The Italians? Not so much. But, all the more reason for me to go there as a personal challenge. 

My largest fear is differences in communicative methods. They are more blunt than are Americans, and I don't do well with confrontation. I prefer people to say, "That outfit is gorgeous, but I prefer the red dress" instead of "Why are you wearing a potato sack?" I would rather hear, "These homemade cookies are almost as delicious as your cheesecake" than "You should have stopped at the cheesecake." Or, "I really prefer shorter blog posts" instead of "When will you stop writing?" 

Communication fears aside, I'm looking forward to this. In so many ways, this trip is coming at a bad time. I'm overrun by commitments at school, stressed beyond belief, and need organization and order to get through the chaos I've immersed myself in. Paradoxically, this trip is coming at the perfect time--not in spite of all this, but because of it.

My blog posts will attempt to connect my personal experiences with the course material you are working with. I will share honestly and give you the scoop, and if you ask for more, I'll answer:) Because, frankly, I'm terrified. And I want to share. I will also keep another blog, separate from the McDonough Program, documenting my experiences (sans Global Leadership connections), and you are welcome to follow that one, as well.  

Arrivederci!

2 comments:

  1. Ciao, sissy! You are a fantastic writer! Im happy that you are having such a great time!:)
    Has Italy's multi active culture been an adjustment? If so, in what ways? When you got lost, that did not seem to shake your schedule. Have things become easier since then? Harder?

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  2. Ciao, Sissy! Thanks so much, I'm glad you're enjoying the blogs:) It DEFINITELY has been an adjustment, but fortunately not as hard as for some people. There's so much to do here that you have to be focusing on so many things at once and organization kind of falls through the cracks a lot of times, and so I've been able to adjust accordingly. It's normal for a meeting to start anywhere from 5 to 15 minutes late, so being lost is totally acceptable. Our school is not very explicit with instructions, either, and I know a lot of students have gotten frustrated with it, but you just have to go with the flow. I'm learning, slowly but surely!

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