Fitting in is overrated. I finally embraced my terminal weirdness when a friend told me frankly that I will always stand out. I suddenly liked the sound of that. In the past, I would have rebelled against it because I was trying valiantly to fit in. What I discovered is even if you get really good at fitting in, whatever you think you win as a result isn’t worth it. The chameleon quality I developed was just a way to hide from the truth of who I am. And it was exhausting. So let me say this. Fitting out is hard, but fitting in is harder.