Last night, I completed a year long commitment as leader of a non-profit organization.
Over a year ago, before I was elected to lead, I thought I had some postive qualities. I was a good cupcake. I contained a decent center and well-frosted brain.
That was before I discovered that working in a volunteer organization means people are over-busy. Many things have-and-will slip(ped) off the ol’ baking sheet and through the cracks.
It was before I learned that in order to lead people, you have to get in the mixing bowl, break eggs, stir harder and longer than others, and do work no one wants to do. (And there’s a lot of clean up.)
I’ve almost learned to wait before speaking. Not to make quick decisions without gathering facts. To cherish those who willingly volunteer. To look past the frosting and seek what makes each person who they are.
In working with other cupcakes, I found my own center had air pockets. I’d puffed up in some areas and was vacant in others.
There were plenty of times, I talked to the Creator. Mostly questions like: ” Why? Why? Why? Why?”and “I’ts too hot in here.!!!”
I believe that C.S. Lewis was right: “All day long we are helping each other toward either immortal horror or everlasting splendor.”
And when I saw Border’s delightful picture, I realized working with others is a process like changing batter into cupcake. Even being turned upside down and dunked in life’s nitty gritty adorns us.
My term is over. It was a great privilege. My hope is that I remember each brush against another life is an opportunity to dot each other with splendor.