The New Girl

The new girl. 

I came across a posting from (In) Courage the other day about being the new girl. I couldn't help, but be reminded as to how difficult this can be. Most people like the comfort of belonging, and when we don't quite fit in it can be akward.

As a child I experienced being the new girl quite often as my father was in the military, and we moved frequently during my first eleven years. I never quite got used to standing in front of a class full of strangers being introduced as the new girl. 

Even though, I'm no longer a girl, I find myself returning to those old feelings at times. It is hard to walk into a room full of strangers and feel completely at ease. Maybe rather than convince myself to feel differently, I should just accept the fact that when approaching new situations there will probably be some level 
of discomfort. I think that is probably more normal than not. Perhaps I should extend myself a little more grace in this area, and just see what happens. I don't have to be in control of all situations at all times.