That's me in the corner.
Hello, my love. Have you ever walked into a room, looked around, and not known where to stand? Or watched others slip so easily into cliques, while you stand there wondering how they do it? I like to think I have a lot of friends and am honoured to know some wonderful people, but that doesn’t mean I always feel like I fit in. More often than not, I find myself in the background, watching and trying to work out where I belong. Why does joining the group feel like a mystery to me? How do some people always seem to know the right thing to say, while I somehow blurt out the wrong thing? Growing up, I was always the odd one out. Friends and colleagues would get invited out, while I was left behind. What was it about me that didn’t cut it? Is it my inability to “be normal”? Do my Emma-isms scare people off—or is there perhaps a more exciting reason I don’t fit the ...