Everyone knows how to make a sculpture of an elephant. You take a block of rock and ship away at everything that isn’t ‘elephant’. I love this metaphor for how to fix me, or how to find me more specifically. I was a ‘boy’, they told me, when I began my journey but didn’t really explain what that meant.
I was a catholic, they said. “But I don’t like Catholics!”, I rebelled and furthermore, “I don’t like labels of any sort”. Trying to be a ‘good Catholic boy’ was very tough work. I soon got tired of being confused.
When I grew up to being ‘A man’, I wasn’t any the wiser on being a man than I was with being a boy. Now, no longer a catholic, I was a dad and a husband and an employee. Stumbling around and into others who were men, dads, husbands and employees…
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