I vividly remember standing outside of a literal circle of people. Though these girls were just acquaintances, I had hoped to join their conversation. As 4,000 students shuffled through the halls of my high school, I awkwardly waited for someone to notice me. No one noticed. And to avoid looking weird, I headed off to class.
I hated feeling like I was missing out. Like the real fun is just beyond my reach.
Fast forward 9 years. Jimmy and I were backstage at a festival in Norway with our 6-month-old. The green room was bustling with the sounds of bands prepping for their sets, artists and managers talking, and meals being served. We sat around a table laughing and talking with a few other artists. The kinds of people you name drop, you know? Awesome people who love Jesus, but people I only had access to because of Jimmy’s rising music career.
Then Lively started crying. Why can’t this baby just sleep? I mean, when else am I going to get to talk to these people? Seeing that all my efforts to soothe our daughter weren’t working, I resigned, with much frustration, to head back to the hotel for the night.
Rocking my daughter to sleep, I sulked as I thought about the laughter and conversations I was missing out on. I felt so sorry for myself, sitting outside the inner circle.
WE ALL HAVE AN INNER CIRCLE
You may laugh at me, or think me overdramatic, superficial, and immature. But I think this is a universal struggle. Whether you are in high school, in the corporate world, or a stay-at-home mom, we all have a sense of who the “important people” are. The popular girl. The pastor’s wife. The CEO of your company. The blogger with thousands of followers. The couple with a lot of money. The pretty one, the wealthy one, the one with lots of kids, the one who makes everything from scratch.