I’ve been reflecting on my conversations in the last two days. They included trying to persuade staffers in two Senators’ offices to help host an event for the PAC on whose board I serve. I also talked with my therapist about how, when I was in elementary school, the new girl in school apologetically beat me up to prove that she was okay.
These things are not unrelated. I’m still trying to find my place on the playground. Mostly, I don’t feel like I belong there. But, I keep trying.