Heyo,
The other night I was cleaning out the glass case, where we display food. Here's the thing, I tend to leave the doors to it wide open, and my supervisor is always telling me to close it. That night I was starting to remember to close it, but every time I went to put something back in, I would hit it on the glass. Think of a bird trying to fly through a widow...that was me with food, smashed against glass .Somehow I kept forgetting that there was a barrier between the space in the case and the space where I was standing, because in my head there was no wall.
It was making me think how invisible walls aren't any less valid than ones we can see. Someone with a broken ankle, might struggle just as much to climb stairs as someone with a fear of heights. Yet one is more recognized, more understood than another.
In the meantime, I will keep up my happy oblivion. "I have no walls." SMACK. "There is nothing in my way." CRASH. "What an easy job." THWAK.
<3 Lissa
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