What About Me? On Self-Worth, Not Being Chosen, and Being Single in Midlife

I've had my dog for fifteen and a half years. And in the voice I made up for him, one of the things I've said the most over those years is, "Hey guys, what about me?" I usually say it when I'm getting ready to leave and he's prancing after me with that look in his eye. It's cute. It's silly.

A couple of weeks ago I stopped and asked myself why I say that. Why that specific phrase. And the answer came back fast: I've been feeling some version of "what about me?" since I was a kid.

This is the reflection that came out of sitting with that.