They might call you.
They might whisper into your ear, late at night.
“Come, join us,” they will purr. “You’re so smart. You’re so competent. Come. Be on.... “
“No! No! No!” you scream, flinging the phone across the room. Or, if it’s a nice phone, holding it away from your ear.
“Those Board of Director meetings are so boring,” you wail.
You’re right! What can we say? It’s hell! It’s horrible! Don’t join, whatever you do! Who needs blah blah blah? Yadda yadda?
And if you don’t join, there will be more lobster bisque for me at the Board retreat, a bowlful of which I enjoyed at a Newport restaurant, schooners and yachts bobbing on the rolling sea outside in the harbor.
More bellydancing lessons from Reba to go around!
More essential oils rubbed on your aching temples from Alice, essential oil maven, who dabbed me with this elixir called Abundance, full of cloves and orange and frankincense and myhr, said to increase the flow of love and money and lobster bisque into your life.
More walking along Cliff Walk, scrambling up and down the boulders as the waves explode on the craggy cliffs, the mansions rising above you and the daisies blooming in drifts zigzagging up the rock crevasses.
But these are just details.
Seriously, it’s work. Being on the Board is not all play. It does entail hours of sitting around in meetings, wrangling over what we’re doing right and what we’re doing wrong.
This time around, we were thinking about you: You the members, you the Regional Contacts.
What makes you join Women Outdoors when you could just go to a nature-centric Meetup? What makes us different? What keeps members from going to planning meetings? Is it apathy? How are we on the Board apathetic ourselves?
I’m not going to try to talk anybody into joining the Board. We have trained operatives for that.
(I’m kidding. We don’t have trained operatives.)
I just thought I’d share a bit about last weekend’s retreat with you.
Oh, and did I mention the moonlit Jack-o-Lantern stroll?
The terrifying Blair Reba Witch Project video I managed to shoot, wherein our Treasurer may or may not have been possessed by cucurbit demons?
Board of Directors meetings. Pffft! Who needs that?
Waitress! More lobster bisque, please!