The Tentative Wallflower
I have been singing in public since I was five. My parents often told stories of our family attending gospel-sings and my young presence being requested on-stage. It am not sure if it was because of talent or because of exuberance. Mom would tell of me standing on the very back pew of the church and singing boldly along with almost every song that the local quartets would offer-up.
Now, I could never see me sharing in such an out-of-body experience.
I claim that my interest in new passions has remained untapped because of the time constraints of a more-than-nine-to-five job of teaching middle school. But I am not sure that is completely true.
I enjoy, and have no out-of-body fears, of teaching in my classroom. But I seem to enjoy the persona of a wallflower for all other experiences.
I have no desire to lead new groups… explore new cohorts… delve into new organizational people sets… or investigate new assemblies.
I have attended several meetings for these new passions, (a local archeological group, an astronomy group, and even two writing clusters) but I remain on the very outside.
While I relish the mastery of new knowledge, doing so by way of an organizational format is not me. Being a hand-shaker is not my forte.
I am the tentative wallflower.
Written for The Daily Post: Tentative. I have been having problems finding something of meaning to create an answer for the prompts this year. So I decided to strengthen and tighten my focus. My topics for the month of March are as follows: (Monday) Teaching and Life; (Tuesday) Hobbies: Archaeology and Astronomy; (Wednesday) Fitness; (Thursday) Chores; (Friday) Writing; (Saturday) Hobbies: Music and Photography; and (Sunday) Hobbies: Gardening and Birdwatching.