What does a slow paced person do in a fast-paced world?

A thinking person do in a world that prizes doing?

When the world feels made for round pegs and you feel like an asymmetrical dodecahedron?

And yet you long to be a nail that doesn’t stick out. The ones that stick out get the hammer.

And you know much too well, how happy people are to use that hammer.

But you came not for those who fit so well, but those who don’t.

This isn’t my home. And in some ways, I’m thankful for the consistent reminder, even when it’s painful. It keeps me close.