Hello, I'm so glad you're here! Are you wondering what the title of this blog means?
The title of this blog means that one day I woke up, and I wasn't that girl anymore!
One day, I woke up and:
- I was 49 (Lord! How did that happen?),
- I had gray hairs not only on my head, but in places you REALLY don't want gray hair,
- I made noises when raising from a squatting position and lifting things with even the slightest bit of weight to them,
- I had my own personal heating system,
- I was addressed by the title, "ma'am" and referred to as "that lady" (terms I remember using myself as a child),
- I couldn't walk in heels (I thought that talent was akin to riding a bicycle, but no...),
- I developed an interest in watching "Dr. Phil",
- Everyone was suddenly younger as opposed to older,
- I was invisible. Actually I wasn't really invisible but people seemed to develop an ability to look past or through me.
The invisibility was what told me I was not THAT girl anymore. Now, I don't mean that girl in a Marlo Thomas sort of way but rather, that girl that is noticed, listened to, seen, appreciated for her ability to breath. I wasn't that girl who was young!
If you visit with me awhile, you'll be treated to my ramblings about things I think, see, remember, overhear (you hear a lot when you're invisible) and notice. It won't always be time to play the violins, but it will always be from the vantage point of a woman who's -not that girl anymore!
