Today’s post is directing us to write about a time when we felt out of place.
Part of me feels out of place most of the time. And the times where I’ve been right where I’m supposed to be without a doubt are beyond words, yet not frequent.
The first time I changed my child’s diaper, I felt horribly clumsy and out of place. (They survived!)
The first time I went running, I knew it wasn’t “me” or my thing. (Ha! As I prepare to go out a run a “quick 6” this very morning!)
In high school, I was very out of place. (Who wasn’t, really?!)
Having a plan, knowing what I want to do “when I grow up” is security. When I question that – it feels VERY uncertain and confusing.
The first day at a new job, I’ve always felt nervous and out of place.
Isn’t that the human experience in a nutshell – that we are striving for comfort, belonging, and love in the midst of uncomfortable? Or at the very least, learning that uncomfortable and out of place are really an ebb and flow in varying degrees? It’s just realizing that any feeling we experience, uncomfortable or not, is not new. Our emotions, our needs are universal. If we’ve felt this way, chances are one of the other 7 billion people on the planet have felt the same. Any time I’ve felt out of place, it became a matter of keeping at it until it felt normal.
Perhaps it’s not so confusing after all.