“I just don’t feel like I have a place where I belong.”
My friend Elizabeth shared those words with me, tenderly, as we ate lunch. I nodded my head.
This feeling starts at an early age, doesn’t it?
Where do I sit in the cafeteria?
Will I be chosen for the team?
s someone going to ask me to dance?
Researcher Brene Brown puts it this way: we are biologically hardwired to connect, to be loved and to belong. When those needs are not met, we don’t function as we’re meant to. We break. We numb. We hurt ourselves and we hurt others.
My all-time favorite song is called “Where I Belong” by Switchfoot. When they play a show, they always save it for the encore, and I think you’ll see why:
And on the final day I die
I want to hold my head up high
I want to tell You that I tried
To live it like a song
And when I reach the other side
I want to look You in the eye
And know that I’ve arrived
In a world where I belong