Invisibility will lead to invincibility
My superpower is invisibility. As I sit on a patio on a beautiful acreage in Portugal, lazily soaking up the sun, listening to the birds, my Heart Sister inside talking to herself as she gets organized for the class she is teaching tomorrow, I’m smiling. Ruminating. Contemplating. I could walk the Camino and reflect as I feel the kilometres pass under my feet or I could sit here and reach my own conclusions. With less swearing. I choose here. And, what does this have to do with my superpower? It’s the fact that maybe, finally, I’m at a place in my life where the world no longer sees me, which leaves me free to see me. This is not a woe-is-me thing. It’s not a longing to be noticed. It’s an acceptance of sorts. I thought I’d reached this place before but, looking back, I’m not sure I had. I think I was still searching for attention in the world, visibility in a romantic way as validation. I was looking to belong, putting life on hold for some day while ignoring today. I was lo...
