“When we are no longer able to change a situation, we are challenged to change ourselves.”
—Viktor E. Frankl
Sitting in the Bleachers
Sometimes I have dreams that I’m sitting in some bleachers. Just watching a game. A spectator. Maybe cheering, maybe emotional about who is winning or losing.

In some of those dreams, the bleachers begin to tip backward, and we all begin to fall out (although I usually wake up before I hit the ground). Other times, I almost drop something through the cracks beneath my feet.
I awake from these dreams feeling uneasy—because even in waking life, sitting in the bleachers doesn’t always feel safe to me.
When You Can’t Get in the Game
When I’m a spectator in the bleachers, I have no control over how the game is played. I can’t advise the players. I can’t referee the calls.
I can only sit and watch.

Our culture shouts, Get in the game! And often, that’s good advice. I’m currently even memorizing Teddy Roosevelt’s “Man in the Arena” speech to remind myself that courage belongs to those who show up and participate.
But not every game is ours to play.
Not every work is ours to do.
Some games we simply can’t play right now—whether by choice or circumstance. Sometimes the best we can do is sit in the stands and watch and cheer for those who actually are on the field.

Finding Purpose from the Sidelines
It’s humbling. It can feel powerless.
Yet I’m learning that being in the bleachers doesn’t mean I’m disconnected. I can still pay attention.
From the stands, I can see the whole field. I can notice things I’d miss if I were on the field. Distance sometimes bring clarity that can’t be achieved close up.
Sitting out also can be a time of healing. A place to rest, to regain strength for when it is our turn to play again. The bleachers may be the safe place we need to recover from previous grueling games. Protection, not punishment.
And sometimes? Sitting in the bleachers means I can turn away from the game and talk to my friends; I can go to the concession stand and get popcorn; I can leave early if the game is too slow or a blowout.
While the bleachers may feel torturous when we want to play, with a reframing of perspective, maybe the bleachers can become exactly where we need to be. At least for now.
And when a new game begins that is ours to play, maybe we’ll be more ready than ever to get in the game.

When have you found yourself sitting in the bleachers—watching instead of playing—and what did you learn from it? Share your thoughts in the comments.
