Finding a Kindred Spirit

When you are starting something new (and boy have I this fall!), finding someone else out there in the world who is going through a little of what you are going through can make all the difference in the world.

A ran across a new blog today written by Nish Weiseth. This is enough to make me a reader:

When we walk into the cafeteria of life, carrying our lunch trays and our backpacks full of life experience, there are tables everywhere. The cool kids, the popular kids, the jocks, the artists, the Pinterest moms, the professional folks in fancy suits, the fitness and health nuts, the handmade crafters, the hipsters and fashion lovers, the democrats and republicans, the reformed crew, the Catholics, the activists and slackers, and more. Some people cross over, some don’t. They’re all welcoming, for sure, but I don’t really fit at any of the tables.

And that’s okay, because I’m learning more and more there are far more people dancing in the aisles of the cafeteria than those that are firmly planted in their seats. At some point, we all feel like we don’t fit. It just takes courage to throw our lunch trays in the air and remember that we’re all made for something – even if its dancing in the aisles.

Some of us are meant to be misfits.

And the cafeteria is a little louder, a little crazier, a little more colorful, thanks to us.

Thank God for that.

Yes, indeed. Thank God for finding other misfts out there in the world!