Thirty-three years ago, when I was asked to stand in front of the class and introduce myself to a room of fellow fourth graders who looked at me as if I was an alien from outer space (or, New Jersey, as was the case at the time), I was beside myself with fear. Would I say something dumb? Would I trip over a word? Would the cool girl in the back laugh at my sock selection? Would the cute boy in the front row see me as anything other than a shy dork?
And so it went from that day forward whenever I was faced with "the new kid" syndrome. Sure, the fears changed as I grew, molding to fit my life at that time, but still they were there, making me second guess myself and whether I would ever fit.
I guess it's probably that way with all beginnings whether they're of the first-day variety or something more. You wonder if it will go okay or if somehow you'll do something stupid to trip yourself up. But here's the thing about getting older... You start to gain wisdom, or, as I often think of it, an experienced set of eyes with which to view things in a different way--like this whole "new kid" thing. Beginnings bring new opportunities, new experiences, and that's not always a bad thing.
So today, I'll take my spot in front of the class and tell you who I am. And as you'll see, I know a lot about beginnings.
So that's me (or at least a tiny snapshot of me). The new kid.