But what if I don’t fit?

Our kitchen cupboards are filled with airtight containers and every one has a label. There isn’t any confusion about where rice, flour, or the granola bars go. That’s helpful for the kitchen right? If I’m making a valiant attempt at making dinner I don’t have to guess between the pastry, white, or brown flour —…


Let me set some context for this post. This is written from a place of longing to belong, a place of wanting to fit in, a place of searching for being ‘enough,’ and a journey to community. This is personal. This is emotional. I haven’t gone here before.