Do you remember grade school recess? I do. Some were fun. Some, not so much.
I wasn't very athletic, and I was a little chubby. I was pretty much one of the last to be picked for the team, whatever game was being played that day.
Funny, how most of the games that were played in grade school involved running. I think about that now, and I wonder why?
Hmm. Thinking out loud here.
Sometimes i can feel "picked last" as an adult.
Oh, it's not the same. I'm not playing kickball or Pump Pump Pull Away, but I can feel picked last anyway.
I'm realizing that this feeling is something I've carried over from childhood. Digging deep, I realize that by being picked last for games, and coming in dead last at the annual "Fun Day", I started to equate being last with my worth.
Not a good combination.
I started reading a book this week that has begun to heal this feeling of being "picked last", or to put it another way, low self-esteem.
The grocery store clerk isn't always silently mocking me. People probably aren't talking behind my back.
Lysa Terkeurst used the term "live loved" in her book Uninvited.
I soaked that phrase up like a damp sponge.
I think that's the key to kicking the feeling of being "picked last" in life.
I'm going to start reminding myself that I'm loved deeply.
I'm going to say, "live loved" to myself a lot.
I hope you do, too. Because it's true.
Blessings to you, friend. Let's live loved.
Linking up today with other writers for Five Minute Friday. Head on over to Kate Motaung's blog to find out about it, or join in. Today's prompt is "team".