Hiding in Plain Sight

I've always looked like the quiet one. Soft-spoken. Polite. The kind of girl no one really questions.

The one who sits at her desk, gets on with things, and looks exactly how she’s supposed to.

And I’ve never really felt the need to correct that.

It’s quite useful, actually.

People tend to see what they expect to see.

Once they’ve decided who you are, they don’t look much further.

Which works in my favour more than it probably should.

Because I’ve never really been as innocent as I seem…

I just don’t make a point of showing it.

Most of my days look very normal from the outside.

Coffee that goes cold because I get distracted halfway through something.

Or a book open that I probably shouldn’t have picked up in the first place.

Sitting there looking completely well-behaved, while my mind is somewhere else entirely.

Or… a little further than it should be.

Nothing obvious.

Just enough.

I think that’s why I’ve always liked the idea of hiding in plain sight.

Not in a dramatic way.

Not in a way anyone would notice.

Just quietly knowing there’s more going on than people realise…

and letting them carry on thinking there isn’t.

No one at work would ever guess.

My boss definitely wouldn’t.

Even people who know me quite well probably wouldn’t get it right.

And I don’t really feel the need to explain it to them.

This space is a bit like that.

On the surface, it’s simple enough.

A few everyday moments. Things that look exactly how they should.

But if you pay attention… there’s usually something else there.

Something slightly off.

Something a little more curious.

Something that doesn’t quite match the version people expect.

Most people won’t notice.

But if you do…

you’re probably seeing exactly what you’re supposed to,

Until next time,

Katie xxx