“Come in, my child. We mustn’t lurk in doorways. It’s rude.” ~ Ursula, the Sea-Witch, The Little Mermaid
I’m a doorway lurker. There I’ve said it. Don’t judge me too harshly. I don’t do it to be rude. I do it because I never quite believe I’ve been invited in. And while I lurk in doorways waiting for that engraved invitation, others stride right in, mix themselves a cocktail and request a set of keys. All the while not even noticing that they trod upon my big toe and pushed my head into the door jamb when they waltzed in. I’m not blaming them for not seeing me, after all I’m the one who’s hiding.
And you know what? I’m tired of playing invisible. I’m tired of pretending I don’t know, don’t want, don’t care. I’m weary of feeling like I need to take a course, lose weight, or go through some extreme life makeover, to qualify for entry.
I’m done waiting. It’s time to crash the party. Maybe I’ll discover that I was invited all along.
In celebration of doorways and what lies on the other side, a website for you.
Pingback: Tell me, but quietly and out of earshot of the daycare ladies « Tentative Equinox