Yesterday, two people walked right past me, literally a foot distance from my physical person.
They knew I was there, waiting for them.
They walked past me and into the parking lot like their life depended on it.
I thought, have I reverted to being invisible again?
Honestly, I’m beginning to think I create this reality for myself. This isn’t the first time I was walked past at this exact location. It’s not the first time this bothered me. It welled up feelings of being taking for granted, inadequate or unimportant…
The reality is, what I think of myself is what should drive my mental health. Yes, I did follow them, and yes, they were both preoccupied about an unfortunate situation, but really? They were the ones who wanted me to show up, texted me details and everything…
I struggled with invisibility before, throughout my 40s. I wrote about it in two places; the feedback via comments was immense (thank you):
I thought I was beyond it by now, and for the most part, this hasn’t been a prevalent theme in my 50s. I won’t let it get to that point again, but yesterday threw me off-kilter for a bit. I didn’t sleep well, I felt alone and unappreciated, which means a healthy does of self-love needs to happen today.
I began with some tarot cards from two decks.
The Two of Pentacles showed up twice. All I can say is, thank you spirit or the universe or whoever is guiding me here. I’m paying attention. (How apt…)
Perhaps it’s time to reactive Tarot Tuesdays tomorrow… what do you say?
And then… I made a comfort food. A salad can be comfort food… (click here to see the pictures). 🙂
Thank you for coming to my pity party. I’m all better now.
See you in the comments!