I've always thought myself a "fringe" person. In middle school, it was the cusp of sitting at the cool kids table; college, the cusp between being a trusted friend or just another acquaintance; and now as a parent, the cusp between having it "put together" and any number of steps away from that ideal. I'm guilty of basing my worth on the acceptance of those who I perceive to be on the "cool" side. My parents stressed the importance of acceptance, and I try to include everyone in my circle. My own neuroticisms convince me that I'm not worthy of sitting at the cool kid's table. God has ... Read the Post