Most of my life I felt like the outsider in the room.
Not always visibly. But that quiet feeling of not quite fitting, not quite belonging, was there for a long time. Then I moved, more than once. New cities, new jobs, no one around who actually knew me. I learned that connection doesn’t just happen. You have to build it, on purpose, with people who actually show up.
The Table is the room I wish had existed in those moments.
It’s a private space for people over 35 who’ve moved, started over, or are simply craving real friendship again. Not a course. Not a place where someone stands at the front with all the answers.
A table. Where everyone has a seat. Where nobody performs okayness. Where the wins get celebrated and the hard parts get named honestly and the conversation goes both ways.
I show up as myself, still figuring things out, still learning Spanish badly, still craving connection in the day to day, and I make space for everyone else to do the same. That’s the whole thing.
Mark Munroe 