A few years ago, I submitted my name for a vacancy on the Park City Planning Commission. The positions are appointed by the mayor (Dana Williams) and the city council. No big surprise when I wasn't chosen. I followed up with a conversation with Dana asking what I needed to do to be in a better position next time. He suggested getting into Leadership Park City and continuing to expand my local non-profit work.
I pay attention. I am in this year's Leadership program. I served on the board for Friends of Animals Utah. I am on the advisory board for the Utah 1033 Foundation. I volunteer with the Swaner Nature Center.
So, another vacancy on the planning commission comes up. Once again, I submit my name. This time, I know I don't really have a chance. They were holding their interviews on a day when Julie and I were vacationing in California. The only alternative I was given was a phone interview. That told me they already either knew who they were picking, or at least knew it wasn't me.
No sour grapes. I am sure they picked a good candidate, but I have learned that this clearly isn't going to be my "fit" in the Park City community.
And we end with a classic...