I had to go to the first coaches meeting tonight since Jeremiah was at 180. While I’m sure that this should have been a very normal event…I had to do the thing I dread. Walk into a parking lot full of dads who eventually will be my competitors in a sea of boys in a game built by men. Sometimes my female-ness feels all consuming. I’m acutely aware that I don’t fit in. I’m not the athletic jock kind of girl. I don’t flirt. I actually don’t talk to anyone. My introversion takes over and I think about how I want to instagram this moment. The last time this happened it was at a missions meeting for leaders in the Twin Cities. Cue the wealthy old white man parade.
Which leads me to one of my words for the year. Here’s how it goes: