As I take an inventory of my time, I find I am either doing too much or too little.  I constantly strive for balance.  It generally is not there.

Right now, I'm at the "too little" stage.  After that cancer scare in January, I bowed out of some volunteerism.  I stopped my daily hour at the Salvation Army Thrift Store.  (I was in charge of keeping a section of shelves clean and orderly.)

I stepped aside from my two active CASA cases.  (It's pretty hard to be a support to someone when you need support yourself.) 

But now, I'm on the mend.  My "bosom buddies" have arrived.  I belong to the cancer support group and do water exercises at the "Y".  I have lots of time with no place to go.  I do a daily 12-step meeting.  I play computer games (Travian) with a passion.

I noticed, from my local village publication, that there is a program where "Seniors" can volunteer in our local schools.  I can be a stand-in "grandparent" for a day.  I can help the little ones with reading, spelling, or math.  I signed up.  I'm waiting.

My prayer is to be of service.  I'm looking for a place to contribute.  I know I can't just sit on my keester and eat ice cream every day.  Perhaps we all need to be needed.