That was then. I was younger. Eight years later, I've made my peace with PTO and Girl Scouts and my volunteerism has been limited to one biggie about every other year and a firm commitment to imperfection that only comes with age. And yet these days, even one evening meeting a month feels too much. This week I had two. Thankfully tempering this, the girls are now driving themselves quite seamlessly to and from wherever they need to go. This workflow has left Chip and me with wine glasses in hand, baffled by our new freedom.
|A sister's reference to the other about her driver's test and not having to take it 38 times.|
My second meeting was less empowering as a woman (how could it not be really?) but I've since learned how to place a community event in the local paper and agreed to help reorganize and update the church library, a job for which I'm completely unqualified although that has not stopped me before.
I do have my first resolution of the new year, a product of commuting again...to become more fluent in the lyrics of Bruce Springsteen's song catalog. A resolution as random as my volunteerism. I really like it.