Someone told me once, not long ago, that I fit. It was in an email. I won’t give the context but only the response.

Her response was a broad way of delivering to me–a person who loves context and who, often, uses context to be narrow and too focused–an invitation to the large neighborhood of hospitality.

She was hosting me, settling me into a spaciousness. She said to me, “There’s no doubt that you fit. That’s not an issue.” She and her people weren’t discussing my fit. That was a call that had been made. That was a choice that had been decided. I already fit. The rest was derivative.