Yoga is a Prayer by Kellyn McGee
Part of my teen angst was this: for a long time I’ve said I’m just a little bit late to the party. Not *too* late – the party is still going strong, but I arrive after people have gotten food or drinks, found comfortable places to sit, and conversations are deep and midway to solving the problems of the world. I didn’t (always) feel left out, just on the periphery. More than anything, I’ve felt this metaphorically my whole life and wondered where and how it started. It probably came from the number of different schools I attended, as my parents were always looking for “better” for me. I appreciate their effort, even as some things (like connections and stability) were – or felt — lost. Today, I am grateful for the friendships I made in high school and, even more so, the good attributes 6
BUT, AS I THINK BACK TO HIGH SCHOOL AND LOOK BEYOND TEEN ANGST, I REALIZE THE GIRL IN THIS PICTURE, WHO WAS ABOUT TO LEAVE HOME AT 17... ZIGGED AND ZAGGED HER WAY TO HER “PLACE.”
