Planning to play on a team
As a child, I missed out on the “team” experience. No baseball team. No hockey team. Nobody had a soccer team (it was PEI in the early ’60s), No tug of war team. I didn’t have close neighbours, or a dozen brothers. No need to pick a position. I was, by definition, a loner.
And it carried on. Photography: loner. Ham radio: loner (although there is a certain aspect of communications inherent in the hobby). I can continue to enumerate, but all I’m doing is reinforcing a reality. And so when the question came from someone very close, about what “we” were going to do together, I was caught a little short.
I don’t want to play cards. Not even for the social ingredient. I would agree to sing in a choir, but after the mandatory weekly practice and Sunday performance, that peters out. I could handle a token amount of snowshoe travel, or walking over hill and dale in a group, but all in its own time and place. Right now is not a good time.
Time for me to do my homework. I’m going to have to develop a plan that involves team effort, and it’s going to be tough. I’m not used to working in harness with anyone else. The furrows aren’t particularly straight. Can I learn how, or am I past the age of change? There must be a book that tells me how this game plays out. Not rocket science.
The dog is into some noisy dream activity, complete with running (while lying on his side). Confusing.
