For many years in my life I felt like I didn’t belong. I wasn’t quite dry enough for the professional community I belonged too, and yet I wasn’t quite reckless enough for the biker bar I spent my evening hours at.
I was somewhere in the middle and yet I didn’t belong to either.In a town of less than 4,000 it can be hard to be yourself. There isn’t a large spectrum of colors in the crayon box and so anything that differs from the main few can easily be perceived as “excessive,” “obnoxious”, or “too exotic.” I thought for some reason that I just needed to tone things down a bit, grow up and relax into the khaki pants trend. But when I would dim my own light to fit in, it just led to feeling compressed.
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