Don't sit in the middle seat

A few months back, I traveled to Tampa on Southwest Airlines. When I printed out my ticket, I realized I was near the end of the line. For any of you that haven’t flown on Southwest, there are no assigned seats. It's first come, first serve. I was sure I’d find myself wedged between Tweedledee and Tweedledum.

I stepped onto the plane and looked down both sides hoping to find an aisle seat. Sure enough, all the aisle seats and window seats were occupied. Every middle seat was open. Accepting my fate, I took a seat, overcoming the always uncomfortable “excuse me”, between two people already settled.

No one wants the middle seat. Ever. It provides neither the scenery and thrill of the window seat nor the convenience and comfort of the aisle seat.

It's up to us to decide where we sit, unless we decide nothing. That is also a choice. By not making a choice, you choose the middle seat.

This observation caused me to ask myself, am I sitting in the middle seat in any area of my life?


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