Grow where you’re planted

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.

Daisy in rock

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.

6 thoughts on “Grow where you’re planted

  1. Reading your life at school could almost have been reading my own story. I’ve long since come to terms with having acquaintances rather than friends with one notable exception.
    Coming to terms with what we have wasn’t much different. We’ve worked hard at creating these things to better people’s lives and I’ve worked hard to deserve them and taken pleasure in them.
    Other countries have had the opportunity to create things for their people but have chosen to keep the money in their pockets. People have to learn to use their votes to stop this but hopefully without the interference of others who want to change the culture.
    You’re right. Maybe we are meant to be the spot of colour in someone’s drab landscape. I’d like to be that, with peace in my heart.
    xxx Huge Hugs xxx


    • Yes, but it does seem so terribly unfair, don’t you think? I don’t have all I have because I’ve made those good choices, so it seems unfair that others have to live with the consequences of the bad choices others have made. And why should they be born there, and me here?

      And I should think you are the bright spot on many peoples landscapes 🙂 x


  2. This is wonderful, Susannah. I sometimes wonder, why me. Or, why NOT me? But I’m content. The best I’ve ever been I think. No, the body and bones don’t always work like I want them to or how they used to. I find being near family and with true friends…that’s all you need. I live simply. I find it better to live that way.


  3. A few years ago I was working full time in a position similar to the profession in which I had been trained but no longer had a license for. I admit to feeling sorry for myself…could be making so much more money, could be having so much more of an impact, on and on. Then one day a little girl needed help in a way that only I, with my training, recognized. I was able to get her that help and then reported to my co-workers what had happened. A year later the director of my profession at a local university told me how grateful she was for my speaking out…that I had served the profession (and the children) in a way that none of them had been able to. It was nice to know that I had bloomed where I was planted and my flower had borne fruit. We don’t often get to know our flower has been seen.


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