In my last post, I wrote about having mixed and not so pleasant feelings about a request I received to volunteer for a literary event. The request also arrived in my inbox on Juneteenth.
I let things sit for a week before responding to the request and took a similar amount of time before writing about my unresolved feelings. And I later attempted to add to the post with a revision. I thought the revision had been saved, but I was wrong. And I cannot find it anywhere.
I’d like to think that the spirits have played a trick on me; one that has set things up so that I cannot change my words around, caring more for others’ ears (or eyes) than for my own feelings. And the changes I tried to make in the original post
were only to say that I sent notice of the event’s call for volunteers to a private online writers’ group of which I am a member. I did not copy and paste the request that was made to me; I went to the event’s volunteer page, copied the link, and explained in a post to my group members that the following the link would provide them with details as to volunteer opportunities. And that was that.