I don’t always feel like I belong. Today’s post is part of Lisa-Jo Baker’s “Five Minute Friday.“ Each Friday she broadcasts a writing prompt, challenging writers to write for five minutes only. In her words, “It’s not a perfect post, not a profound post, just five minutes of focused writing.
This is a great writing exercise even if you’re not blogging your treasures (memories). Your spontaneous thoughts on a given subject can reveal your personality, daily life, beliefs, etc. If you are blogging, I encourage you to join in! If you want to connect on Twitter, use the hashtag #FiveMinuteFriday.
This week’s prompt: Belong
Where I Feel Like I Belong: A #Fiveminutefriday meditation
I’m a member of many groups, but I don’t always feel like I belong in them. I’m included, but maybe not truly “in.” I’m not part of the lifeblood.
There are groups I choose to be in and groups that I belong to by virtue of a shared past. There is a true sense of belonging to alum groups, childhood friendships, or groups that were together when x happened. I feel like I belong with these people. We share a bond. It’s not a bond based on us liking each other—though we usually do—or on thinking the same or acting the same. It’s a bond of memory.
Then there’s my family.
There’s no question that I belong to my family. I’m part of the life-blood. We share a past and a future. (I have a few friends that I count as family, too.) If I laugh too loud, or talk too much, forget birthdays, they can’t kick me out. Of course, I can’t kick them out either. I don’t want to, though. Family is the place where I find love and acceptance. When I’m with family, I feel like I belong.
Time’s almost up. Where do you belong? Where do you feel like you belong? Tell me in the comments sections.
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