At heart, I'm lazy and if I'm going to serve anyone, it'll be me. And yet, I like to have my finger in things: pies, Brie, running water, other people's business. So I am often in the middle of a dilemma. I want to be involved...but I'm loathe to commit.
Which explains my "Oh God :) Oh God :(" reaction to a recent email letting me know I had been elected "in absentia" to the position of Vice President of my alumni association's board. I have no idea what it entails and after a 15 hour drive home from a reading in Freeport, Maine (my alma mater's home town), I'm hoping that board members are electronically connected and savvy rather than planning on meeting for coffee. But the excuse to visit Maine a few times a year is a blessing. I'm making plans to read at a pal's bookstore, The Wife of Bath, in...Bath, and it would be good to see if I might finagle a reading at The Gulf of Maine, a great bookstore in Brunswick.
This is my time to get plugged into a wider life...even if it feels uncomfortable: my career at Randolph requires me to step up and pitch in with college events and committies; feeding my writer's life through networking with my fellow Stonecoasters is a good idea however I look at it; and living in the cut and thrust of people and all their doings and goings on keeps writing green.
A good day, all in all...even if the responsibility that service brings scares me shitless.
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