We belong
What does it feel like to belong? Is it a soft sweater, a warm smile? Is it comfortable and familiar? Maybe it’s home, and it feels like swirling milk in hot coffee with pudgy clouds rolling across the sky. Does belonging feel like not trying? Not because you’ve given up, but because you don’t need to be anything other than you? Is it freedom, acceptance, love? Do you feel like you belong? If not, is there a time when you did? Do you want to return to the feeling? Write about it!