It’s Not For You
“I don’t need another award,” I said softly. It was a feeble protest about my nomination for an upcoming honor. ‘It’s not for you,” she said, looking me straight in the eyes. Despite not a scintilla of judgment in her voice, I immediately felt a gentle punch in my gut followed by a warm flush in my face. Clearly I’d thought it was. “Awards are not for us,’ she explained with the gentleness of a parent revealing to a child that Santa wasn’t real. I was silent, confused by both her words and my shame upon hearing them. “They’re for
