invisible girl

Sometimes I feel invisible.

Not in an angst-y, existential, “does anyone ever notice me???” type of way. I mean more literally. Sometimes I think people really just don’t see me.

Last Sunday, my husband and I were at an amusement park; the company he works for rented out the entire place for their massive staff. I’m talking thousands and thousands of people. It was crazy. And the food section was especially packed.

As I wandered through the masses, people nearly ran into me more times than I can count. I’m not a petite person. I’ve never been called small. I’m pretty sure I don’t fade into the woodwork. But for some reason, people keptĀ cutting in front of me or whirling around toward me, forcing me to do a quick dodge. Thankfully, I was ready, otherwise I likely would have ended up with salad in my hair and dressing dripping down my nose. (Now that would have been a great look for me.) (more…)

still, I will dance

Two weeks ago today, death snuck into my home and took my amazing cat. It feels weird to call her my cat because she was so much more — she was convinced she was a human and sometimes she acted like it. (And to be honest, I liked her better than most humans.) At the risk of sounding like a crazy cat lady, I have to admit, she was one of my best friends. (more…)