Depth perception has never been my strong suit. I’ve had a hard enough time understanding how I fit into space. A black girl in a predominately white environment. A curvy ballerina. A soft-spoken ambivert with a desire to lead. It makes sense that parking car doesn’t come naturally. How can I position a car when I am still figuring out how to situate myself? I scratched the car twice today. At one point the car was stuck on a cement pillar. I’m sure there’s a metaphor about my life. I opt for a gin tonic instead of deep thought.