Weeds

Someone told me, “You’re not a weed if you’re in the right garden.”  It was one of those comments that I roll around in my head occasionally.
 
Recently, I agreed to be part of a group.   Nothing I say seems to resonate with these folks.  I can’t get traction.   For the most part, my words are corrected, ignored or overruled. 
 
Thankfully, that saying popped into my head and I realized I’m a weed.  I must pluck myself from this situation and find a place where I’m a flower.