As soon as I read the email, the word whispered in my head.

Still, I searched. Wholeness? Healing? Community? What felt safe enough to commit to for 21 days? To publish and share?

“belonging” the voice echoed, stronger this time.

But I’m tired of talking about belonging. Of trying to find people committed to it. I’m tired of coming up empty.

Emptiness, perhaps that’s my theme. Surely, I can write about emptiness for 21 days, right? It’s the perfect topic for a writing challenge.

“Belonging” the voice nudged, softly but sternly.

I sighed. Belonging—where we find it, how we find it, how we deal with missing it, how it makes us whole, how absence of it can break us. All of it.

Belonging. That’s the story I need to tell. The one I’ve been running from. And the one that makes me, me.

So, for the next 21 days, you’ll find me here—musing, exploring, and, with any luck, belonging.