The Only Whatever in the Room

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I guess it is a feeling I should be used to by now. Being the only fill-in-the-blank in the room. The only woman. The only Latina. The only Native New Mexican. The only introvert. The only mom.

It seems like I’ve spent a lot of my life being the only whatever in the room. I don’t know why I keep ending up in these spaces. I like to think it is because I am such an interesting dynamic person. It’s probably more…