emerge from the dark
go through that open door
fly higher
urges the hawk
yesterday i was talking to a friend about the invisible exhibitionist
telling the story once more about how i first became invisible
i was the fourth of six children; i was the third of four daughters.
i was a quiet child.
once i asked my mother why my younger sister got whatever she wanted. “the squeaky wheel gets the grease,” my mom answered.
rightfully so–this pissed me off. it made me more determined not to be a squeaky wheel but to earn reward by my own merit & my own hard work. to be noticed for being remarkable…not for being loud & obnoxious.
so i waited quietly for said reward.
sigh.
i have stayed invisible all my life out of spite…and no one has noticed.
now i find myself unwilling to promote myself for the same (misguided?) reason.
i don’t want to get noticed just for being the fucking squeaky wheel. i want to be noticed for being amazing….
additionally!
my latest meditation revealed that not only am i afraid to be noticed. but also i have purposely hidden myself for fear that if i am somehow noticed, i will be deemed unworthy of attention. i am more comfortable in the dark than i am in the light.
i knew this on some level already, but now i feel it is time to drag that belief out and really work it over.
my energy worker told me i am all twisted up right now.
maybe it is time for me to twirl myself out into the light.
Quixotic Mama 
An experience, in a way, on the flip side is being an only child – impossible not to be noticed, intensely, constantly. I became quiet to limit that, create boundaries, with what I eventually came to think of a a sort of motto; “Don’t tell the grownups anything you don’t need them to know.”
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That makes a lot of sense!
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