"One day it occurred to me that it had been many years since the world had been afforded the spectacle of a man adventurous enough to undertake a journey through Germany on foot. After much thought, I decided that I was a person fitted to furnish to mankind this spectacle. So I determined to do it. This was in March, 1878." Mark Twain, A Tramp Abroad


The Glass Ceiling

Glass Ceiling: invisible but real barrier through which the next stage or level of advancement can be seen, but cannot be reached.

These days, Penelope's 'glass ceiling' is a real one. As in really, there is a piece of glass over her head that, despite her efforts, she cannot break through.

The little one is currently obsessed with our glass table. And once underneath the table, she becomes even more obsessed with the things on top of the table.

But for her this is a problem. Though she doesn't quite understand it as such.

Again and again she tries to reach through the glass, not understanding that it is actually there.

Again and again she bangs her head and her paws against the bottom of the table, which to her must be some mysterious divide between her will and the rotating objects of her desire.

We can only hope that this sort of glass ceiling is the only kind she encounters in her life.

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