A Treasure Found at Home

i was thinking of becoming a voting member in my dance community. i had started to mull it over slowly: should i? what would it mean? is it the right time?

then last night as talked about the event supper club at the place supper club (did they think we were singing their praises?), ‘b’ asked me when i was going to become a member.

‘later,’ is what i said.

wtf? why not admit i’d been thinking of it? why does his question make me want to put it off longer? i suppose i’d be more comfortable if i could slyly, quietly become a member without having to send a letter to everyone.

it’s my thing, about me and my concept of community. but, without those individuals there would be no community, so i suppose i see the point of having a public letter. right of passage and all that.

i have commitment issues, and this feels like a commitment. maybe that’s exactly why i should do it.