Harry Potter has nothing on me. I have an invisibility cloak that rivals his. Mine kicks in automatically. It is with me all the time. I don't have to worry about it getting lost, and I usually don't have to worry about someone yanking it off (although, it is pretty cool when that happens). But, this weird thing is happening. I might be outgrowing my cloak a little.
Being invisible has its perks. If you aren't there, people can't have any real expectations of you. No one feels any pressure from you, because, they can't really see you. No one makes demands, and no one feels uncomfortable because of you. It works out. You move through life without too many bumps and bruises, navigating around the difficult moments and quietly exiting the room. Folks may have a sense that you were there, but they forget it, shaking their heads thinking they might've seen something, but then quickly dismissing the thought.
I have spent years fretting about this being invisible. I have tried to have it both ways - hiding under my cloak and then nailing people (in my mind) for not seeing me. Nice. I considered it a huge leap forward when I claimed my cloak, instead of continuing to be ticked off that people couldn't see me. For years I was angry that people "wouldn't" see me - blaming them while reaping the perceived benefits. Then, I began to see how that I had control of the cloak device. I began to see it as a useful tool that I could use under the right circumstances. I've said it before, I am blessed with a gene pool of longevity because of how long it takes me to learn anything. As a truly middle aged woman, I am finally starting to get it. It is my choice to stay invisible and it is a cop out. Now don't get me wrong, I've been experimenting with this "nakedness" over the last few years, popping out from under the cloak..."surprise!" For those used to the mere shadow of Karrie, it is quite shocking! "On my god, she has arms and legs and, gasp, a voice." Now what?!
Grow up girl, I say. Claim all that's under the cloak. Be woman enough to bring yourself out into the light of day. Yes, it will mean that you will take up actual space in a room. Your presence will have an impact. Sometimes it will result in others being uncomfortable, maybe even A N G R Y. Or maybe, you can make a difference that matters. Or maybe,(this is a long shot), it will result in L O V E.
For today, this might be as much time out from under that I can take! Seriously though, it is time for me to take responsibility for my own cloak wearing. My over exercised attributes of empathy and unconditional positive regard need to be welded to my staking the claim of being a visible person: arms, legs, voice, hands, heart, intellect, needs, expectations, hopes, dreams, humor, perspective, intuition, experiences....and the willingness to accept the consequences of taking up my bodily space in the universe.
Sunday, April 29, 2012
Easter morning
What is begging to be written today? There are many story lines right now. But certainly, there is just one, actual story line. One, actual theme. The one that is about taking hold of my life, finally. Or, is it about letting go, finally. It is a strange time in my life in some ways, a time of great change: a daughter is who about to finish her public education, and start college in the fall (and not just any college); a son who is searching for what he needs to grow up and make sense out of our past so that he can see who he really is - as an individual; a job which has felt tumultuous this last month with big heaving swells of issues, emotions and challenges; my father; issues from the previous marriage; grieving a lost love. To look at this as written words makes it all seem bigger in some ways - significant.
I talk often about how slow and challenged I am. But, my incredible friend Lowell reminded me yesterday that I ought to put an end to that mantra. There is a different truth. Perhaps I am challenged and slow, but that is just the being human part of my journey. There are additional truths for me. What are they?
I talk often about how slow and challenged I am. But, my incredible friend Lowell reminded me yesterday that I ought to put an end to that mantra. There is a different truth. Perhaps I am challenged and slow, but that is just the being human part of my journey. There are additional truths for me. What are they?
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