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\u00a0<\/em><\/p>\n She Couldn\u2019t Help Herself, the Confessions of a Chronic Volunteer<\/em> follows the life of Kimberly Yavorski. Though she was painfully shy as a child, she was tasked at age 12 with finding an organization with which to volunteer. She chose an animal shelter and learned that talking to people was not as scary and\u00a0 dangerous as she had thought. Though conversations initially centered around the animals needing homes, she found that she was good at coordinating people and sharing her knowledge. She was soon in charge of volunteer scheduling and training.<\/p>\n She moved away and found that these skills transferred nicely to other groups she had an interest in. Though it was not in her nature to take charge, once she saw a need, she stepped in and took the lead. By the time she had kids, she had become, by her own admission, a \u201cchronic volunteer.\u201d It was a compulsion; she just didn\u2019t feel complete if she wasn\u2019t giving of her time. The story goes on to detail how she added volunteer positions, some before even realizing she had said yes, and how it impacted her life, in both a good and bad way.<\/p>\n As she approached the inevitable point of \u201cburning out,\u201d she backed off a bit, and tried to limit volunteer activities, setting certain criteria that activities needed to meet in order for her to get involved. This seemed to work, but people still said she did too much. An epiphany occurred when she realized that telling people (and herself) this was what she wanted<\/em> to do rather than it being something she had<\/em> to do avoided these conversations. She also learned that simply saying no was acceptable. The burden of coming up with an excuse was lifted, and she was able to devote time to things that really mattered.<\/p>\n She saw the value in volunteering: the experience it provided, the fact that it filled a need in society, that it made her feel good, that she made a difference, and that sometimes it was actually fun. Plus, she felt that she had a debt to pay, that initial volunteer job got her out of the rut she was in and taught her that people are not scary, that she would survive and even thrive talking to them.<\/p>\n Kimberly\u2019s kids grew and moved on; her volunteer opportunities dwindled. She realized she could certainly find more if she really wanted to, but perhaps that debt was finally paid. Her comfort zone had grown tremendously; even speaking in public no longer inspired terror, but instead a more manageable case of nerves. She rediscovered a passion, sharing herself through her words. She could still be of service; the written word can wield great power. She found that she had much to say, there were decades of ideas buried inside her. It was time to let some of them out, to share with the world in a different way. So she scribbled in notebooks and tapped at computer keys with the hope that these words would somehow make a difference in someone else\u2019s life.<\/p>\n <\/p>\nPlease check out my fellow bloggers who also participated in this challenge:<\/div>\n<\/div>\nBaking In A Tornado<\/a><\/div>\nNot That Sarah Michelle<\/a><\/div>\nThe Bergham Chronicles<\/a><\/div>\nDinosaur Superhero Mommy<\/a><\/div>\nMy Brain on Kids<\/a><\/div>\nSpatulas on Parade<\/a><\/div>\n