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Don’t Sweat the Small Stuff

[et_pb_section fb_built=”1″ custom_padding_last_edited=”on|desktop” admin_label=”section” _builder_version=”3.22.3″ custom_padding=”20px|||” custom_padding_tablet=”50px|0|50px|0″ transparent_background=”off” padding_mobile=”off” make_fullwidth=”off” use_custom_width=”off” width_unit=”on”][et_pb_row padding_mobile=”off” column_padding_mobile=”on” parallax_method_1=”off” admin_label=”row” _builder_version=”3.22.3″ background_size=”initial” background_position=”top_left” background_repeat=”repeat” max_width=”750px” make_fullwidth=”off” use_custom_width=”on” width_unit=”on” custom_width_px=”750px”][et_pb_column type=”4_4″ _builder_version=”3.0.47″][et_pb_image src=”https://www.iact.ngo/wp-content/uploads/2019/05/Mindfulness-1.jpg” align=”center” align_tablet=”center” align_last_edited=”on|desktop” _builder_version=”3.23″ custom_margin=”||30px|” animation=”off” sticky=”off” use_border_color=”off” border_color=”#ffffff” border_style=”solid” saved_tabs=”all”][/et_pb_image][et_pb_post_title categories=”off” comments=”off” featured_image=”off” _builder_version=”3.19.4″ title_font=”|on|||” title_text_color=”#000000″ title_font_size=”30px” title_line_height=”1.6em” meta_font=”|on||on|” meta_text_color=”#000000″ meta_font_size=”18″ meta_letter_spacing=”2px” meta_line_height=”1.6em” background_color=”rgba(255,255,255,0)” parallax=”on” parallax_method=”off” custom_margin=”||30px|” title_font_size_phone=”24px” title_font_size_last_edited=”on|phone” title_line_height_phone=”1.4em” title_line_height_last_edited=”on|phone” use_border_color=”off”][/et_pb_post_title][et_pb_text _builder_version=”3.23.3″ text_font_size=”21″ text_line_height=”1.8em” background_size=”initial” background_position=”top_left” background_repeat=”repeat” use_border_color=”off” border_color=”#ffffff” border_style=”solid”]Mtendeli Refugee Camp, Kigoma Region, Tanzania — My name is Kelsey and I’m a control freak. I admit it. I am a hyper-organized, immutable, Type A lady that once (…ok, more than once) threw a fit when my parents even hinted at moving the tree to a different location one Christmas (…ok, more than one Christmas). Clearly the only spot for the tree is in front of the window in the living room…for the rest of time…obviously. BUT over the years, and after being subjected to multiple Myers-Briggs tests by my overly-enthusiastic father (love you Dad), I have become acutely self-aware of my need to control everything.

Working in humanitarian response requires a lot of flexibility, being able to roll with the punches, and not giving up when things don’t go your way. For a stubborn individual such as mys