calmEach night before I go to sleep, I pick up whichever novel I’m in the middle of and read for a few minutes. It’s such a wonderful way to ground myself and create a relaxing space between the busy state and the dream state.

Just recently, I was reading a novel called, Home Safe by Elizabeth Berg. I came across a passage that almost lit up for me on the page. In the story, the main character – a novelist – was saddened and worried that physical books were becoming obsolete. They weren’t as flashy as electronic readers, and she thought that they just wouldn’t be able to keep up with the growing trend of people wanting something more high tech with a screen and a hard drive.

The part that really stood out for me was this:

Books aren’t loud enough; they’re not showy enough; they don’t move quickly enough, indeed, they don’t move at all. They require stillness, reflection, imagination, and these things are out of step with the times.

I read it over and over again, and it just about brought tears to my eyes. I felt like she was talking about me.

I’m not showy or loud. Definitely not. I don’t move quickly. And I absolutely require stillness and reflection and imagination (lots of it, actually).

And I felt a bit sad. After thinking about it for awhile (see, there goes the reflection…), I found that my sadness was coming from feeling as though I would never completely fit in (not a huge surprise, but it still produced a bit of melancholia since that desire to blend and be “normal” is so innate).

I felt that my authentic self wasn’t flashy and never would be. And I realized that if I tried to “jazz myself up,” – in the form of being loud or zany or more outgoing, it would be a losing battle right from the start. Because in doing so – in even attempting to do so – I would lose myself, my essence. I would disconnect from my soul.

And I started wondering how many of us are trying to keep up with this flashiness and this zaniness and this fast-moving-ness?

How many of us are going against the grain of everything we know to be true within our hearts and our bodies simply because we want to fit in? 

I can certainly relate.

I’ve often just wished I were normal. Not so sensitive. Not so quiet. Not so this or that or anything else that kept me at arm’s distance from the rest of the world.

And while I may always wonder what it would be like to fit in and keep up, I know that it will never happen. I can say that with complete certainty because I have given up trying. 

It’s just not worth it. Seriously.

If I were meant to be showy and flashy and zany, I would’ve been born that way. But I wasn’t. And the more time I spend with myself, the more I realize that I’m liking more and more who I am – who I have always been – and who I have allowed myself to become.

No, I don’t always fit in. And that’s okay.

I fit in where it matters – at home and in this community. We are fitting in together.

We have created this sacred space of love and honesty and quietness and soulfulness. It’s not glamorous and filled with glitter, and it’s not showy and flashy. But it’s just right. And I absolutely love it. And that’s really wonderful.

So if you, too, resonate with the passage above, please know that you aren’t alone. There are so many of us out here who are leading the way with our quiet introspection and our stillness and reflection. 

And we’re finding each other. And that feels pretty amazing, doesn’t it? 

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Hugs,

jodi

 

 

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