[Editor’s note: Today, Melissa Suzuno, Wristband #69, joins Andrew Stillman, Sonia Thompson, and Peter Morneault in contributing a unique guest post here at Primility. Melissa’s joy, exuberance, and humility leap off the page. Enjoy.]
I clearly don’t belong here.
I’m not saying that because I’m an American woman in the middle of Tokyo, which on the surface is a pretty shockingly homogeneous city of 12 million Japanese. (If you want the whole back story on why I was in Japan in the first place, you can find that here.)
But no, I don’t belong in this exact place where I’m standing, which happens to be a concrete patch at the entrance to Yoyogi Park, with a group of hula hoopers.
If you’ve ever had that sinking feeling that you were an impostor — whether you were faking your way in a college class, a board meeting, or a group of funky circus performers, the feeling is remarkably similar — let me pause and say that you’re not alone. Continue Reading