I’m working on that concept as, more and more, I realize that belonging is as much up to me as to others. Maybe they, too, long to belong.
I have a long ago memory of going to a conference with a woman who walked up to a group of strangers and simply joined in. They welcomed her. I admired her at the time, knowing that wasn’t something I could ever do.
But now I’m trying my wings a little. I’m walking into the group, expressing my thoughts instead of hanging back, acting as if I belong. And I’m finding that, for the most part, there are others much like me – others who hold back, wait to be invited, hope to be included. I’ve held back most of my life, feeling like I was on the outside looking in, wanting to be connected.
Maybe the best way is to fly in as if I belong, and find that I do.