🌾 The Beauty of Being the Outsider

There’s a strange kind of peace that comes with being the outsider.

Not the lonely, eat-lunch-alone kind (though hey, been there), but the quiet observer — the one who feels deeply, sees things differently, and often stands just outside the noise.

I’ve spent most of my life feeling like I have so much to offer, but somehow can’t quite get it out there in the way I imagine. My ideas bloom, my spirit hums, and then suddenly — doubt sneaks in like an uninvited guest.

“Who are you to think anyone wants to hear this?” my mind whispers.

And honestly? Sometimes I listen.

But grace — she has this way of stepping in right when I’m ready to retreat.

She doesn’t knock. She just slips in, gentle and grounding.

Reminds me that my worth isn’t found in how loudly I’m seen, but in how quietly I create.

When I write, I return home to myself.

My words become prayers, my prayers become strength.

It’s how I let grace lead when ego and fear try to take the wheel.

And truthfully, I’ve learned to take the bare minimum — the little interest, the slow progress, the zero return — and still show up anyway.

Because if I stand firm in who I am and what I’m called to do, the universe will find a way to carry my dreams and make them come true in its own perfect timing.

Being an outsider has taught me to observe before I act, to listen before I speak, and to create from a place of authenticity rather than approval. Maybe that’s the wildflower in me — growing just outside the crowd, still reaching for the sun, still blooming anyway.

So yes, sometimes I get in my head. But I’ve learned that it’s okay to live there for a bit — as long as I invite grace in, too. She keeps me grounded, humble, and wildly human.

Because maybe being an outsider isn’t about standing apart…

maybe it’s about standing firm in who you were created to be.

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“Grace grows quietly in the places the world overlooks.”

— Wildflower Expressions by Kels