Linchpin

Yesterday:

I’m stuck in LA traffic, deep in thought about how—in the formative years and beyond—a sense of belonging is the linchpin.

Without it, the wheels can come off and often do.

My private thoughts are a quiet acknowledgment and a lament.

I don’t know how many miles of The Five I drove in this hypnosis before I saw a billboard that told me what’s always been true for me—and for you.

This morning, this short Instagram post landed in my lap, beautifully confirming the billboard, in case we didn’t get the message the first time.

https://www.instagram.com/reel/DadAJNFKB3S/