I might as well put it out there that I may very well occasionally be eight going on eighteen. I probably consume far too much coffee and far too little chocolate. I refuse to carry umbrellas and I haven't the foggiest idea how to use nail polish. Now that confessions are over - I'm glad you're here.
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New Year’s is a time when we tend to think a lot about the stories we’re going to open 2019 with. As the clock struck midnight, we tell the tale of How Much We Actually Really Love Going Clubbing or of How We’ve Always Loved Stilettos More Than Sweatpants. The next morning, we’re going to tell the story of How We Got A Sixpack. Or of How We Stopped Wasting Our Time Watching Netflix. Or Stopped Drinking.
“Her Lifelong Search to be an Extension Cord,” or “Her Craving to be Irreplaceable to Someone” don’t sound like descriptions of a novel that flies off the shelves or the story to a movie that sets box office records. But, as the love-triangle-avoiding protagonist, which in a non-dystopian world of padded resumes and knitting clubs, I’m afraid that’s as close to a “Quest for Belonging” that I’m going to get.
