A family friend mentioned about toastmasters to me, I was curious but just kept it a mystery. There was a time when I was a much more courageous and fearless person with a sense of adventure. I circled around the world, crossed the Arctic Circle and Equator - many times on my own with a backpack bigger than me. I lived and worked in the cultures of Malaysia (my birth place) Singapore, Scotland, England than Norway visiting clubs in many locations each time holding on to the idea of joining Toastmasters but never did. There was always a good reason - not a good fit. Oozing with confidence back than I mistakenly believed that, if I don’t get jitters speaking in front of people as I often did in my professional life, I don’t need Toastmasters. And of course, I was just too busy going through the expected and traditional rigours of life. Fast forward several years in Canada, having transitioned through countries, through professional and life changes confidence eroded by then, I ventured out looking for ways to quieten the little voices in my head.
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July 1st brought the long-awaited rebirth of D21. While we wish our former D21 fellow Toastmasters the best of luck in the development of their new district it is now our task to develop our own identity.
As midnight June 30th approaches, Toastmasters leaders around the world sit back and relax after their year of service.
Some are cheering, thankful that their club, area, division or district achieved "distinguished" status or better. Some are thinking, If only I tried a little harder.
Others are thinking, Who cares about the Distinguished Club (Area, Division, District) Program—it's nothing but points and ribbons. The smart ones are celebrating their success, be it in a distinguished program or in other things they have accomplished in the past year.
Sometimes opportunity comes knocking at your door.
I had been a member of Toastmasters for a little more than a year, during which I belonged to several clubs. One was Morningside Toastmasters in Port Coquitlam. It was late December of 2006 and we were down to six members. One gentleman was 80-years-old and grumpy; one was an elderly woman who never ventured beyond the timer's role. We had a University professor and a bus driver who missed half the meetings due to his schedule. And there was my buddy Ray.
I can't imagine what it must be like to preside over a club that's sinking.
And if sinking is overly dramatic, let's go with "listing badly," or "taking on water," and how about members "jumping ship." The naval metaphor, far from being gratuitous, will serve me as I build to the point of this article, which concerns the Toastmasters tradition and how I nearly abandoned it.