I’ve spent a good amount of my life feeling like I didn’t ‘fit in’. I was never popular, never cool, not particularly sporty, and definitely not smart enough to hang with the ‘nerds’. There just was not a group where I could look around and say to myself, ‘yes, these are my people!’. The result is that once I hit about 30, I realised I didn’t care and that the sound of my own drum resonated with me, even if it didn’t for anyone else. And that was liberating.
Since coming back from Thailand a year and a half ago, that feeling has slowly but steadily been creeping back but with a different slant. I look around at all I have, at all we have, in the Western world and wonder why I’m here. Why do I get to have running water, electricity, the right to vote, the ability to receive an education and find gainful employment? Why me?
Contentment is the art of being at peace no matter our circumstances. And we generally take that to mean when we are going through difficulties but does anyone else find it hard to be content with the ‘plenty’ we have? I do. And it’s a constant challenge, not to be grateful, but to be okay with all we have.
While at the beach on our holiday, I came across this weed growing out of the rocks. The yellow was such an unexpected bright spot against the rocks. The words ‘grow where you’re planted’ popped into my mind.
It’s tempting to think we have been planted in the wrong spot. It’s tempting to uproot ourselves and go where we think we will be best suited. We’re not content with just growing where we are. We’re always on the lookout for a climate that we think will encourage more growth, where our true potential will be maximised.
Sometimes, it’s important to remember that we are where we are for a reason. We may never fully understand that reason but until we fully embrace our surroundings, we won’t grow or bloom. Maybe you are where you are simply to provide that bright spot among the blacks and browns in someone else’s landscape.