This is my first time participating in the Slice of Life Story Challenge, and I’ve enjoyed it much more than I thought I would. I’ve long considered myself a writer, but have never written and published with regularity. I know I’m still a few days away from the end--this isn’t a reflection slice--but the realization of one particular way it’s affected my life in conjunction with a chance run-in with friends has prompted today’s slice.
That “one particular way,” as I’m sure is true for many of us (at least 99.9%), is the community that comes with this endeavor. I have been a regular reader of a few different blogs, and have enjoyed the feedback and comments I get from my readers (especially my incredibly dedicated Welcome Wagon readers--thank you Linda and Diane!)
I feel an awareness that I’m becoming part of the community--I’m becoming part of a new world.
My worlds. I know that as teachers (as many of us are) we all wear different hats in our lives, and I’ve come to call those hats my different “worlds.” I don’t know if I have more than the next person, but the variety is certainly interesting.
I have, of course, the world that is my circle of co-teachers and co-laborers at school. We know each other and relate through all of our “school stuff.” We can speak in shorthand (just an eye roll and most of them know what I’m talking about) and have each other’s backs in the trenches.
There’s also my church world, where I’m part of a completely different circle of people with different situations, stories, and shared experiences.
As a military retiree who’s active on social media, there’s that world as well: 21 years of service and relationships spanning from when I was a dumb, young 17-year-old through my early 40s. Three different continents and a whole lot of travel. Oh yeah, two different services, so I live in both the Marine Corps and Army worlds.
My environmental education world (I’m active with a number of different organizations through Alabama). My conservation world (Land Trust and Audubon). My yoga world (perhaps my most colorful, people-wise). My woodworking and art worlds (small groups, but unique in their own ways). I’m sure there’s more, but that’s all that come to mind with this writing.
Last night I was at an event, and out of respect for their privacy and the situation (I know, I feel like I’m leaving out the best part of the story) I’ll skip the details, but two folks from completely different worlds of mine (let’s just say far left and far right) came together. The conversation was awkward, the situation comical (to me), and the follow up conversations over the next few days are sure to be interesting.
I’m me, though. I’m happy to say that, having read just about everyone’s “About” page, I see that each of you are you as well. What a crew--thanks for having me.
I like it. I like it a lot.