My own story of belonging is both different from and similar to Brené Brown’s. I was an oddball, but then, so was my father. With him, I belonged. But being like him as an adult wasn't exactly a good thing.
Oh, no words, Jan... I love this...
Wow!
This has to be my best post.
Thank you for sharing this part of your experience. I bet it must've taken a lot of courage to write this and even post it.
You've put to words a lot of my own growing pains and quirks too.
Thanks again.
I've never met you, Jan, but I feel like I certainly want to! Thanks for sharing of yourself, quirks and all. Living out loud is the way to go!
Oh, no words, Jan... I love this...
Wow!
This has to be my best post.
Thank you for sharing this part of your experience. I bet it must've taken a lot of courage to write this and even post it.
You've put to words a lot of my own growing pains and quirks too.
Thanks again.
I've never met you, Jan, but I feel like I certainly want to! Thanks for sharing of yourself, quirks and all. Living out loud is the way to go!