That End-of-Camp Feeling
October 30, 2013
It still feels weirdly spacious in here. We need to hang a blanket on all this white space—it’s making me nervous.
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I am coming off a week of helping out with the art show at my kids’ school. I cannot even bear to type the name of the art show anymore; asjdlfieo is about the best I can do. It went well; people seemed to have fun; there was a large amount of good cheer floating around the event. It was one of the best volunteer experiences I’ve had, and now I’m wondering why. I think about this a lot: what makes a group function well? In this case, there were a lot of challenges, but it always seemed like the people in charge were ON IT. There was a lot of trust—the competence level was really high, and people seemed to just put their heads down and GO. There is something contagious about working with people who are good at what they do. Loved it.
So now, with that end-of-camp feeling, I’m back to knitting.