Being the outsider is no fun.
It has only been two months. I know. I need to be patient. I need to get out there and get involved.
But I’m tired of being invisible every where I go.
Patience is not one of my virtues. At least not one that comes easily.
When we moved to Platteville 17 years ago this fall, I inquired at the local quilt shop on Main Street to see if there might be a group in the area I could join. I’ll never forget what the shop owner said to me: “There is a group here, but they don’t take outsiders.”
I nearly burst into tears on the spot. I mumbled some sort of reply, and got out of there as quickly as I could — which wasn’t easy since I had my one year old son in a stroller and it was a cramped narrow store in an old brick building.
What a thing to say to someone who is obviously new and trying to make a connection!
Thankfully I found a quilt guild in a nearby town where I joined and became very active, rarely missing meetings for the next several years. I developed dear friendships with many of these guild members and continue to go on retreats with this group.
Here I am. Outsider status again.
On NPR this morning, I heard a piece about The Dismemberment Plan. One of their songs is “Invisible:”
Invisible, yeah that’s me
Of course it gets a little lonely
Some day I’m gonna find my groove
What have I got to lose?
I’m thankful I am not REALLY alone. I’m thankful I have made a few friends here. I’m VERY thankful I am have made a connection in the music world and will be the pianist for the local high school choir concert tonight. The leaves are turning and yes — we are all healthy. Counting my blessings. The best remedy for loneliness and invisibility.
In the interest of thoroughness, you can read or listen to the NPR story here.