Today I had another early morning and though I am feeling a little better, again, my throat is still a touch sore and I sound like a baritone frog. That’s not going to be very good for the mentoring session I signed up to do today. Three weeks ago a thing popped up on my Linked In news feed about needing volunteers for a teen summit at an area community college. Initially I dismissed it thinking I would be unqualified since I have not done anything like that before, but then my new friend (oh yes, you know the one), saw it it in his news feed too and asked if I was going to sign-up. So we both did.
After contacting the coordinator and thinking about it some more, I reasoned out that I couldn’t be more qualified. I’ve got 20+ years experience as a professional in the Omaha area AND I have two teenagers that I am raising, not alone, but in a household where I’m the only adult around most of the time. I have lots of good advice and if there is a group of people I can easily talk to, always, without too much social anxiety it’s kids. Yes, even the 17 and 18 year olds I still consider kids.
That’s at about 11 today and breaks my day up nicely so that I don’t have to sit around and think about having a house full of people. I’ve been procrastinating thinking about either of these events so as not to have my day dominated by things that are really not that big of a deal.
45 minutes with teenagers.. Cake.
3 or 4 hours with people I have known forever (most anyway).. Cake.
Hmmmm, maybe I should make a cake? JK. 😉
Would I have done this mentoring session if it wasn’t for my new friend? Probably not. Which leads me to the question.. What I wouldn’t do for a guy? I will selfishly get to see him there and also hopefully make a good impression about my ability to talk to and connect to the kids. This one is really a win-win-win, but what else have I done in the past?
There’s that time I pretended to like this guy’s Camaro even though I’m not really into cars that much.
There’s that time I wrote a poem (ok, two or three or ten or twenty), but that was probably more for me and not them.
I once took a motorcycle class so that I could get approved to ride a motorcycle on my license and that was something I never, ever would have done if it wasn’t for the person I was seeing. I barely passed and I’d be terrified to try it now unless it was some dinky bike.
I paid for a ticket to South By Southwest in Austin (600 bucks) and only ever went to the check-in because we both had social anxiety about attending any of the events. Oh, and I also paid for most of our meals there because he was down on cash.
If you go way back in history, I got married and moved to Las Vegas. That was also partly me, but in the grand scheme of things, getting married was never a part of my master plan growing up. After having divorced parents who subsequently dated and got re-married and in the case of my mom divorced and remarried a second time, being tied to one person for life seemed unlikely. Not to mention the rollercoaster of dating. Despite that, he and I ended up being married for 17 years and I now have two of the most fantastic children on the planet, so that one worked out in my favor.
As far as Matt is concerned, I can’t recall a thing I did for him or with him that I would not have done otherwise. I didn’t pretend to like anything and outside of maybe that one time we slept without a tent exposed to the elements in the Badlands, there wasn’t anything he asked me to do or pushed me to do that was outside of my comfort zone. For the record, that Badlands thing was totally bad-ass and I would not trade that road trip for the world. It was simply amazing.
Anyway, so here I am getting ready to go to this session and wondering what else I might be willing to do. So far, everything we’ve done together has been such a positive experience and I’m pushing myself to do things that are outside of my comfort zone, but it feels good. I’m growing as a person. If this all goes south tomorrow, I will still have done things and experienced things that I look gladly on. I think some of that is helping me cope with my fears and for that, I am truly grateful.
Pushing the Envelope,