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While I was there, it felt like kid Mel and adult Mel had found each other once again. I haven’t felt that spirit of camaraderie, dedication, and livewire excitement since my HKHS TV studio and drama days. When was the last time I did something for the love of it? Or felt this motivated by pure devotion?
I briefly said on air (though I haven’t listened back yet) that I’ve only been listening to WFMU for this year so far. It’s true. I couldn’t stop myself from saying it, even though something about being a neophyte felt shameful. But everyone else’s reactions to this statement said differently: How cool and rare it is to find something that speaks to your heart at just the right moment and to already be giving your time and energy and money to keep it going?
I’m thinking about volunteerism and joy and how I can explore more of these kinds of opportunities in the future. Because nothing else feels quite like it.