Different is not bad.
I have been thinking about what I wrote about Whit yesterday and realize that the people who have taught me the most in my life – about what it is to love, about who I am, about ways of approaching and undersatnding the world – are the most different from me. There is such incredible value to these people, these teachers: the people who push me, even when it is uncomfortable, who stretch me past where I have been, who drive me to take risks and to try things I never thought I would experience.
Thank you, the friends I hold most dear, for your patience as I try, stumble, learn. Know how much you are valued.