Today, a piece of my heart was healed by a song.

I’ve always stood in the margins, wondering why I was there. The fringe didn’t seem like a choice. It’s simply where I was.

Was it because of my biology? After all, I wasn’t really his daughter. But I have clear memories of him demonstrating his version of love.

Was it my disability? Did I disappoint simply by being? Maybe not… I was the only one in my family to finish high school and college. How could that disappoint?

Was it my outspokenness? Perhaps… But I remember him complementing me whenever I “handled” something.

Was it my profession? I chose a helping profession instead of becoming another business person.

I think it was all of that and none of that rolled into tiny little porcupine quills that could not be seen, but were always felt by those who followed the family line.

I was sandpaper that constantly moved against the family grain.

And today my heart was able to move out of wondering limbo into peace when my friend sang a gorgeous folk song and reminded me that there’s a price we pay when we go our own way!

And I would do it all again in a heartbeat because I would rather live out loud in the margins than simply exist within the circle

I’m glad you’re here💜

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