So here it is:
Â· a person who chooses freely to do or offer to do something
Â· a person who chooses freely to enter into any transaction with no promise of compensation
Â· a person who serves as volunteer, usually without compensation
Â· a person who freely chooses to offer or give without being asked or obliged
I am by nature a very curious person. When I was growing up, my mother (who was handicapped and never wanted to be noticed) always made me sit quietly and watch. Watching is definitely not my idea of having fun. As a result, I became a first-class observer and an excellent listener. It took a few years to take that first step, but I finally got my butt off the bench and have been running ever since. Today I am a dyed-in-the-wool VOLUNTEER and darn proud of it.
Itâ€™s so much better to be involved than sit on the sidelines. To me, it’s like looking at sparkling Christmas lights through a window and wanting to touch. Today, and with no regrets, I think about the adventures Iâ€™ve had, the places Iâ€™ve been, the interesting people I never would have met and the wonderful friendships Iâ€™ve made. Iâ€™ve learned and developed new skills from artfully arranging goodies on a tray to getting up and speaking to a room full of people. Volunteering doesnâ€™t have to be vocal; what you do can be done â€œbehind the scenesâ€ as well. But most important is the feeling of satisfaction knowing that your efforts may have contributed to something or someone in a positive way.
Maybe you say you donâ€™t have the time or worse, youâ€™re all volunteered-out. I took a little hiatus from volunteering just once. It didnâ€™t take long for me to realize that a part of my life was missingâ€”that connection with people and what was happening out there in the world. I couldnâ€™t wait to get back in the game and I did.
I have to be honest. More than once I should have said â€œnoâ€ instead of â€œyesâ€ and then felt burdened with a little too much to do. So do your homework. Be realistic about how much time you are willing to devote so you wonâ€™t â€œburn out.â€ What are you interested in? What will give you the greatest satisfaction? What would make your life a little more interesting? Find that event or group youâ€™d like to be a part ofâ€”they may need you as much as you need them.
Now, get out there and volunteer for something!!!
So, in a determined effort to “get a grip” on my time, todayâ€™s post will be brief. I removed my favorite kitty-face magnet (the first layer) and six or seven scraps of paper floated down, landing in a random pattern on my already cluttered desktop. The first message, boldly printed on a scrap of neon-orange scratch paper, reads: Print signs for OCC meeting. Hereâ€™s another, quickly scrawled on a snippet of pattern tissue: Finish hem on sundress. Number three: Work on event page for June.
Oh, hereâ€™s a good one, actually written with a gold gel pen on a glossy scrap of magazine paper: Work on writerâ€™s block! Okay, I have to be honest. This is not the typical â€œwriterâ€™s blockâ€ you may be familiar with. This is an on-going craft project using a 4â€ x 4â€ cube of unfinished wood.
I think Iâ€™ll tackle this one first. But first, I have to get all these notes off my deskâ€¦..I need room.
(Maybe Iâ€™ll post a picture next month.)
As I concentrated on dusting the many books and putting a gleam on the rows of shelves, I picked up a small decorative picture frame. Sandwiched between a backing board and a dull piece of glass is one of my favorite little snippets of writing. Iâ€™d like to share it (the writing, not the dust) with you. This was written by Winston S.Churchill and is titled Thoughts and Adventures from â€œHobbies,â€ a collection of essays published in 1932.
â€œWhat shall I do with all my books?â€ was the question; and the answer, â€œRead them,â€ sobered the questioner. But if you cannot read them, at any rate handle them and, as it were, fondle them. Peer into them. Let them fall open where they will. Read on from the first sentence that arrests the eye. Then turn to another. Make a voyage of discovery, taking soundings of uncharted seas. Set them back on their shelves with your own hands. Arrange them on your own plan, so that if you do not know what is in them, you at least know where they are. If they cannot be your friends, let them at any rate be your acquaintances. If they cannot enter the circle of your life, do not deny them at least a nod of recognition.
I think Iâ€™ll pay my writing books a little visitâ€¦..itâ€™s been a while and I need to fondle them.