Here's to popping our bubbles

This has been an exhausting week. A challenging week. A week that took me out of my comfort zone and plopped me right smack in the middle of confrontation. But it also taught me something.

I recently took on a volunteer role. I have been thrilled to get involved in this intimate way. I tend to be a stand back and not get in the way kind of person UNLESS I am in charge of something. THEN...I find the courage to step up and step out of my comfort zone. The past few weeks have allowed me to do that and I have had so much fun amidst the stress and business of planning and working.

But then it happened. When you step out of your comfort zone and step into the public eye you often step on some one's toes. And I did some stepping this week.

There is no point to go into detail of what or who it was about. Just simply a misinterpretation of something said or a look given between two people who don't know each other well and then feathers were ruffled.

I hate ruffling feathers. Especially when the feathers I ruffle turn around and have a scary and intimidating attitude.

But I have learned to practice what I preach to my children. Forgive when you are wronged. Ask forgiveness when you hurt someone else (even if you didn't do it on purpose) and then let it go. The letting go is the hard part. But I managed to somewhat do it. And so now that the week is over and we have made our peace and all seems to be behind us (other than the memory of those scary ruffled feathers coming down my throat) I can successfully say I have survived.

I was talking to a friend about all the goings and comings of the week's activities and we both agreed that sometimes we wish we could just stay in our own little bubble. That way we wouldn't have to interact with scary people or step on any toes (unintentionally) and all would be well. But we both knew that this isn't how we are to live our lives.

To do good we must risk getting hurt. To make change we must risk upsetting those who might not agree. To make a difference we must risk putting a bulls eye on our chest for others to take a shot at. But if we didn't risk what would we have to show for ourselves other than our little bubble?

Here's to popping our bubbles!