Reclassified

Somewhere along the line, we have classified things.  We are either the creative type or the scientific type.  Math or English.  Athletic or musical.  These ways of categorizing both polarizes and instills a sense of belonging : these are my people, those are not.  It can work both ways, but for me lately as I've been exploring what my designated (self imposed) categories are, I've discovered that I have used them as excuses to maintain my comfort zone.

Case in point.

I've toyed with the idea of taking a Barre 3 class for just about forever.  I'm at the point in my life where just eating a few kale leaves every now and then isn't really doing anything to maintain an optimal weight.  Mores the pity.  What happens to your metabolism when you turn 30?!?!?!?!?!?!?! I need to be moving.......something thats not just walking to and from the train station anymore.  Barre 3 seemed, well, fun.  A little dance a little yoga a little pilates. Something to instill a little lean, a little grace, a little emphasis on how the body moves and how beautiful it could be.  But, I can't walk without tripping over imaginary objects.  I get out of breath bending down to tie my kids shoes.  I'm so glad I was never in a situation in which I had to walk the straight line because I can't even do it sober.  My sister-in-law tried to teach me to ride a bike and we both ended up on the ground- me from falling, her from laughing.  Dancer is NOT my category.  So I've written it off.

It's one thing to have gifts and talents and use them appropriately.  We should hone our craft, polish our skills in the areas in which we are gifted.  It's good and right and biblical to do that. We honor Christ when do that- put ourselves out there with the gifts he LOANED us because He expected us to use them. But it's all the other stuff we're not so great at that helps us grow.  Isn't humility part of the deal? Part of me would like to think that I've been humbled enough in the past few years, I don't need to make an ass of myself in front of a dancers mirror and twenty other well toned SAHMs, thank you very much.  But I don't want to swim in the kiddy pool for the rest of my life.

What have you not done because it didn't fit in your "category"? Let's not forget that the only classification we have that's right and true is to be a son or daughter of the King.  Everything else is fair game.