The first five minutes were fun; we were admiring the hip new decor, the new floor plan, and the different cakes out on display. As we stood waiting for a table to open up I started getting that feeling, the one that says, "You do not belong". I ignored it, but as we sat down at a table I noticed the glances coming from our neighbors. I recognized those glances because they were the same ones I used to see in middle school. The glances and expressions said, "You're not cool enough".
But I gradually started noticing other things. The girl who was trying too hard, the boyfriend not paying attention, the texting table companion, the child ignored by its parent, the insecure adjusting of scarves.
Then I looked at the people sitting at my table. People smiling and discussing and laughing and loving each other. People who I knew really and truly didn't care about looking cool or being hip. And I thought how I really liked my table. I really liked being me, especially being me with these people in my life.
via Pinterest (no original cited)It's easy to lose perspective. I don't want to keep up with the Jones' or the cooler bloggers or the better dressers, etc. I don't want to be the best science editor ever but have no time for my family and friends. I'm so glad I have people around me to remind me of the important things in life. I hope you do, too.