Tell Me When
Drag your thoughts away from your troubles... by the ears, by the heels, or any other way you can manage it. ~Mark Twain
You have to wonder what the powers that be are telling you when a blog is written and then eaten by cyberspace never to be seen again.
That is what happened with the original "Tell me When", which I slaved over and shed tears writing and then lost on one of my most frustrating mornings. How ironic that it was the blog which expounded on all the things I was looking forward to being over and all that I've endured that I wanted put to rest.
The truth is, I'm a volunteer. Always have been, always will be. Once you get settled into a community and begin to volunteer, people learn to seek you out. This isn't always a good thing. Just like Mikey would always try something new in the 70's, you can count on Pam to volunteer to do it if nobody else will. That is what drove me to "Tell Me When".
I wanted to know when the coast would be clear and I could once again have my life back.
My friend calls my illness "Helium Hand". This is what occurs when someone says, "Who wants to?". My hand raises like a bunch of balloons on a beautiful spring day. "I'll do it".
I'll do it leads to months of planning for a huge event, which I had no business being a part of. I'll do it leads to me waking early every morning to pursue my masters degree because someone wanted to give me a grant for my education. I'll do it means I've committed to sewing not one but two quilts before May graduation. I'll bake the cookies, I'll shuttle the kids, I'll do the thank you notes, I'll take the baskets home, I'll deliver the table, I'll input the data, I'll train the other volunteer. You get my drift.
But today, after the event is over, after the large paper that was due for school is turned in, after I had a glorious hour to walk on the beach with my love because other things could wait, I'm thankful.
Life is crazy. Life is chaotic. Life is breakneck and reckless and filled with purpose. That is what happens when you live the life of a volunteer.
I started out wanting someone to tell me when this busyness would be over so I could go on with my life. Thanks to a computer who ate that blog, the answer is already here. That busyness is my life and it is rich.
The way I see it, there is no other way to live.
You have to wonder what the powers that be are telling you when a blog is written and then eaten by cyberspace never to be seen again.
That is what happened with the original "Tell me When", which I slaved over and shed tears writing and then lost on one of my most frustrating mornings. How ironic that it was the blog which expounded on all the things I was looking forward to being over and all that I've endured that I wanted put to rest.
The truth is, I'm a volunteer. Always have been, always will be. Once you get settled into a community and begin to volunteer, people learn to seek you out. This isn't always a good thing. Just like Mikey would always try something new in the 70's, you can count on Pam to volunteer to do it if nobody else will. That is what drove me to "Tell Me When".
I wanted to know when the coast would be clear and I could once again have my life back.
My friend calls my illness "Helium Hand". This is what occurs when someone says, "Who wants to?". My hand raises like a bunch of balloons on a beautiful spring day. "I'll do it".
I'll do it leads to months of planning for a huge event, which I had no business being a part of. I'll do it leads to me waking early every morning to pursue my masters degree because someone wanted to give me a grant for my education. I'll do it means I've committed to sewing not one but two quilts before May graduation. I'll bake the cookies, I'll shuttle the kids, I'll do the thank you notes, I'll take the baskets home, I'll deliver the table, I'll input the data, I'll train the other volunteer. You get my drift.
But today, after the event is over, after the large paper that was due for school is turned in, after I had a glorious hour to walk on the beach with my love because other things could wait, I'm thankful.
Life is crazy. Life is chaotic. Life is breakneck and reckless and filled with purpose. That is what happens when you live the life of a volunteer.
I started out wanting someone to tell me when this busyness would be over so I could go on with my life. Thanks to a computer who ate that blog, the answer is already here. That busyness is my life and it is rich.
The way I see it, there is no other way to live.
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