Coming Out (Not Out of THAT Closet)

As a person who feels uncomfortable in group situations and is constantly aware of the communal hierarchy, you can imagine my silence in my morning yoga class as the young, new wife and mother amongst the distinguished adults whose growing children I probably used to babysit when I was an even more awkward teenager. Yet I persist in going for the sake of my physical and social health, both of which are deteriorating as I spend my days cuddling and cooing with my new, adorable baby boy. I enjoy going and then usually relate the more interesting conversations I hear to my husband. It is apparent to me though that I am on the outside, for no other reason that I am obviously more, at least publicly geeky, than the others in the room. Continue reading “Coming Out (Not Out of THAT Closet)”