There’s been alot of triggers for me to have an opportunity as an adult to recognize and heal that old wound of being “the kid left out” – which happened in a variety of ways as a kid and teenager during my school years.  During those years, like being the last one standing in Phys Ed when the two popular girls were picking out of the group who was going to be on the team for whatever activity we were engaging.  I was ALWAYS the last one left, and when the teacher said, “go to that team” – the girls rolled their eyes and groaned.   There were…