So here I am, figuring out what I’m going to blog about for my first time (and feeling like the proverbial 40-year-old virgin of the blogosphere), when I receive an e-mail from one of our fledgling members informing us that we aren’t a good fit for her, and that she won’t be participating in our group. The group that has yet to meet and actually discuss our, you know, writing.
It was all communicated very politely and graciously, but let’s face it – we’ve been dumped. I think I went through Kubler-Ross’ five stages of grief in about 30 seconds: denial (This can’t be!); anger (How dare she!); bargaining (What if we only met on early Saturday mornings, like she wanted?); depression (Writing groups suck…); and finally, acceptance (We’ll be fine – at least now we can drink during our meetings.)
This whole episode has actually galvanized me to send my writing to the other group members, not to mention providing me with a topic for my first official blog entry, so for that I sincerely thank our newly departed member (do you see that? Acceptance, my friends…just don’t let anyone else bail or I may have to settle back into anger for awhile…).