I wouldn’t know if fitting in is any fun.
Being different means you are on the sidelines looking in, often searching for a place to belong. Usually you don’t find it. Being different means you often make no sense to others and that they can’t figure you out.
Being different often equals exclusion. Until you find your people, inclusion is something you read about.
Being different also means that although you may play at life alone, you may be diving deep, secretly having fun, head down, focused on a mission, finding opportunities while others are all sitting together as a group, watching, playing it safe, waiting to make their next move together.
Is fitting in so great? You tell me.
Love, Brenda
