It’s okay to be on the edge of things.

At least, that’s where I’ve come to realise I’m most comfortable.

And arguably where I do my best work.

For me, a life-long introvert, the middle feels exposing.

Somewhere to lose control.

To be consumed.

Exciting? Yes.

But ultimately satisfying - for me - no.

I used to envy the people who love the middle.

I’ve been there a few times and I’ve managed to enjoy it.

I always thought that was where I wanted to be.

I imagined being a centre forward, up front, scoring goals.

In reality I was a goalkeeper, watching from behind, waiting to be useful*.

I thought I wanted to be an actor; centre stage.

But I became a director; on the outside.

I enjoyed being a leader; at the heart of an organisation.

But I love being a coach; alongside others.

Some of my closest family are middle people. My friends too.

I love people who love the centre.

I think I’d drawn to them because of how we’re different.

And I need them.

Without them, I’d have nothing to be on the edge of.

No strikers to shout at.

No actors to direct.

No team to lead.

No leaders to coach.

But generally, over time; I’ve come to learn that my place is on the fringes.

And I’m glad I realised in time.

I’m happy on the edge.

Somewhere I can see the bigger picture.

Keep my eyes on the horizon.

Get perspective.

A place where I feel humbled.

Of service.

Best able to cheer.

To support.

To champion.

From the edge of things.

(*Besides; I can’t shoot for toffee.)