I was assigned a task last week, but I needed to know what the committee thought.
I wrote a long post, providing full detail about three options. My pointer hovered over “post”. In a second, I was back reading about Chicken Feet Soup and imagining how good it would to taste it.
I didn’t want to seem too confrontational. I didn’t want to appear obnoxious and controlling. Was I even supposed to suggest budget constraints in that forum? Was I supposed to email? But wait who are the main point people?
So then I looked at my post. I edited a line. I reworded a sentence.
I switched back to the Chicken Feet Soup recipe and thought about how I could easily buy chicken feet tomorrow. Not sure if I have black beans or red dates, but my mom used wintermelon last time. I could do the same right? Hmmm…salt.
Then I returned. I decided to let it be—my four paragraph explanation that would have stood out from the rest of the one to three line posts in the forum. I am not Joe Biden, am I?
I looked back at the recipe and decided to write in my blog instead.