A Wren Says

I cross my legs, fold arms into my body on the plane. I ritually give up the armrest to the person next to me. I slide my backpack as close to my table as possible at the coffee shop. I never realized how often I ensure I take up as little space as possible. I hadn’t brought attention to how often I try to hide.

If I had the chance to develop a superpower, based on how I live my life I would most likely reach for invisibility. It would do nothing to help the world, but it would make it so that I finally go unnoticed. It’s scary how much I strive to have that power now, even now as a mere mortal. I make my outfits as plain as possible. I take up as little space as possible. I speak as quietly as possible. I hide whenever as possible. I try to slip by unnoticed so often, it is as if I think I can already go invisible, if only I just will it. Is that how I really want to live my life. Is that how I want to continue to go on?

The short answer is no. The longer is no, but it’s scary.

I’m starting to lean more into being seen, into unapologetically taking up space. I want my new power to be that I’m showing up and that will be undeniable that I’m here.