Since I’ve been talking about volunteering “more” (as if I was really doing much of any volunteering before), for several years, it seemed about time to do something about it. In a fit of productivity, I put it on my day zero list. That made me feel pretty good. Then I talked out loud, to many people, about wanting to volunteer more. Weeks passed. Recently a friend tried getting me to go with her to volunteer at a domestic violence shelter, but I missed the first meeting and never tried to catch up. Because, I stink. And I won’t lie, I was a little intimidated by that kind of gig.
So on Friday I took a step toward doing something just slightly less terrifying to me: tutoring/mentoring at-risk teens. I’m signed up for a weekly session. I have orientation scheduled. I think it’s something I could do well, it’s just starting out is scary. The first step is the hardest, you know, that old chestnut.
I’m a little freaked out! But excited. And also desperately searching my sieve-brain for things I still remember from any class in high school. Any advice for relating to teenagers? I know some of you out there are really good at this.