Obsession?

I spend most of my Saturdays volunteering at a leading West Coast natural history museum where I’m on the floor interpretting exhibits and trying to bring the wonder of nature and science to new audiences. My goal is to ignite the spark which, for me, was lit by my father when I was very young.

A little different today, I took part in a task force of other volunteers. I was invited to participate and I’ve been told that I’ve been helpful and brought a good energy to the group. We’re working on developing engagement activities and content for nearly 400 volunteer docents – first on the museum’s current theme and now on a new exhibit on human evolution.

However, a part of me has to wonder if I was chosen as some kind of pity prize.

The other members include mostly former educators (public school through college), a retired neurosurgeon from a UC, at least one person with an anthropology degree, and one PhD.

I have a BA in English Writing & Lit.

I’m led to wonder why it is that I often try to surround myself with people who I know to be wiser and more knowledgeable than myself, but the only answer I can come up with is that maybe I have some obsession and think that association will lead to genius.

It hasn’t so far, but I sure to have a good time.

Copyright 2013 by T. E. Wilson

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