Step Up

I need to step up my game.

Let me explain. There's a house across from my work, and in that house is a little old lady who doesn't get around very well anymore. Housebound nearly I'd guess you'd say.

She has this large picture window that looks out onto our parking area and the wooded hill up to the peak. So I suppose she might occasionally catch a glimpse of a deer, definitely squirrels. (by the way, this view sounds way more magical than it actually would be, day in and day out.)

She spends her days mostly sitting by this window, watching us come and go. And I often wonder what she thinks of me.

The boring girl who comes at the same time every morning and leaves at the same time every evening. In the same way. Carrying the same things. Parking in the same place.

Yes I wonder what she thinks of me. And I feel like I owe her more.