A hidden gift of being on the sidelines
I stumbled on this blog post today from Tara Robinson. It has a great message; I just had to share.
Last night I stood in the middle of a crowded party, watching all the internet-famous people holding court. As I sipped my beer and had no one to talk to, I found myself feeling like an outsider and thinking (again) that I’m not “there” yet. I’m not as “successful” as I “should” be. Tears of self-pity started to sting my eyes. Suddenly, I was ten years old again, peering into another world where all the popular kids had fun and into which I was never invited. Instinctively, I started walking toward the edge of the room and looked for an empty space along the wall. “Is this spot taken?” I asked the lovely looking woman who was already seated there. After we introduced ourselves, an incredibly rich conversation ensued. It was one of those soul-connecting moments. I felt heard and understood. She seemed to feel the same way. And as we parted, I thought, “Oh! That was the person I was meant to talk to.” My vision of what the experience was supposed to be like cleared. It wasn’t about being the “in-crowd.” It was about being present for the one person.