Read a post this morning. It was written by a very accomplished woman. She feels invisible. I knew that feeling at one time. It is a pisser. I don’t know how she feels when she feels invisible; to me, it felt like I didn’t matter to anyone. Of course I did, but I couldn’t feel it. And I feel deeply. Had to turn that around, find my true north, and change my perspective. Instead of waiting for someone/anyone to come along and define me, I had to do the work – it was my problem. This woman is not invisible, she just thinks she is. She will have to change her thinking in order to feel visible again. I left her a comment, “You are not invisible.” When she’s ready to get down to the nitty-gritty of it all, I hope it will make her feel better.
To become visible, I knew it began and would end with me. Looking out, instead of uber-focusing inward. It’s most certainly not all about me, thank God. It is all about doing the best I can with what I have to work with. Loving through. Helping through. Laughing through. Attempting to give others more hall passes than I give myself; I know my story but I have no idea of the intimate details of others. Be accountable to everything and everyone I hold dear. Respect boundaries. Fall down seven times, get up eight. Lighten up.
Have had a strange feeling for a week that I may lose my job tomorrow. Could be wrong, we shall see. Have lived long enough to know that if it happens, I won’t be homeless, without food or running water, on the street, or even uncomfortable. How lucky is that? I choose to believe that when good goes, it’s only to make room for something better. If still employed Tuesday, then my vibe is just another kooky mindjob to add to the pile. Whatever. I matter.
Am not a therapist, but I’ll listen. Am not a nurse, but I’ll put a band-aid on your hurt while speaking soothing words. Am no saint, so I’ll tell you the truth, straight-up and dirty. And if you’re really lucky, I’ll cook for you. I was blind and now I see. You. The person to your left. The guy across the street. The woman whose words I read this morning. We all matter.
You are not invisible. You matter. I see you.