When I was a young punk kid spending my weekends at grungy basement shows, there was a local band that played a song with a lyric that said: “There’s a great big world beyond the scene.” The words resonated and stuck with me over the years — although the concept later seemed obvious, I periodically needed reminding. At the time, I needed to expand my focus outside the literal scene they were talking about, but the idea also applied to other scenes in which I became entrenched in subsequent years. Activism, journalism, roller derby. After a season that for whatever reason ground me down both mentally and physically, I needed some time to make derby a lesser priority. That’s not to say I completely marginalized it. I went to…