I’m at home in my head. I’m a reader, and I’ve always felt comfortable in a learning environment; I love a syllabus, a stack of new books, and shiny new school supplies. That’s a place—literally and psychologically—where I am in my element.
Other people feel at home in their bodies. They dance, or run, or throw, or wrestle, or lift weights. They push themselves physically, and it brings them satisfaction.
Yet other people find their home in art. They play an instrument, speak, sing, act, or conduct. The spotlight doesn’t make them feel exposed; it brings them to life.
There must be countless other examples, spheres in which different people shine, where their best selves come forward. Often these are also areas where others can’t imagine spending any time if they don’t have to—it makes them feel too vulnerable.
What does it mean to venture into these areas that aren’t our strength? What does it look like to say, “Well, that’s something I’m not totally comfortable with, but let’s see what happens.” What if we took an attitude of experimentation?
