Like most of my stories on here, this one will also be from a younger version of me that was quite the eager footballer at the time.
It happened somewhere between 2005 and 2006 that I went against the inner voice that had talked me from participating in the class games so many instances prior.
That day I would be part of the group that went to the field and actually played a sport, and not use it like my personal nature trail. I was all the way pumped to be included and my mind was pliable to the new learning that the afternoon would provide.
Okay, I have been stuck thinking about an appropriate soccer reference for about three minutes. If this cluelessness is anything to go by, it’s that I still know little of the game, and I’m just as unbothered about it as I was starting this paragraph.
So let’s skip to why I’m really writing…
Inclusivity is a big part of our lives, and  every moment we are embraced into a group, or friend-zone, I believe we walk a little taller… ego-wise. I, here, confirm that being an outcast, whether by choice or circumstance is no fun.
Surrounding yourself with fellow cast-mates and deciding to be the best version of your brand is sheer comradery. And even that has it’s time limit of interesting.
Some time back I got to connect with an old friend of mine. It was fascinating how some time and space could birth such manner of surprising twists when you compare plans to the 5 year outcomes. A month from now I want to talk of other things that are far more tastier.
And so starting this day, I’m getting ready to make some changes. Let’s see where this pivot will lead.
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