Sometimes it’s good to know when to say “when.”

I may have reached that point in one of my latest quests. Pushing myself out of the comfort zone — thinking outside the box — is a good thing if it results in finding new interests, new friends or connecting with others toward a greater good.

Sometimes a poorly defined quest results in nothing but frustration, confusion and regret. 

When I volunteered for Obama’s Campaign for Change, I felt driven and motivated to be part of a movement. It felt good to connect with neighbors and work toward something. Ultimately, I was unable to fulfill my agreed-upon duties due to illness.

I felt a little guilty. A little left out. A little like I wasn’t reliable.

I know no one really noticed. But it bothered me personally.

By the time I felt well enough to say good-bye, the field office had been dismantled and the volunteer forces had gone their separate ways.

When the opportunity arose to continue the momentum, I eagerly signed up. But after attending a neighborhood meeting, I feel more like Sarah Palin after the Katie Couric interviews than a revolutionary.

Sitting among hardcore political activists, lifelong volunteers, and community doers, I quickly realized I wasn’t prepared. I was out of my league. I felt like the weakest link.

I realized that I had done this on impulse, a whim, without much thought as to what I could bring to the table. Is having a desire to do something enough? Can you contribute¬†to a team when you don’t know the rules of the game?

I still feel moved to get involved. Perhaps it’s too early in the game to know my position.