The struggle is real. The older I get the more invisible I become. This has its bad points...and lots of good.  The bad is that when I was younger I attracted a lot of attention, some if it purposeful and lots of it not. Tall, ridiculously long hair, and lots of snarky comebacks and comments. People listened to me, men wanted to be with me, women felt comfortable with me.

Now, I can be my witty, outgoing self but it all falls into an empty bucket of who-gives-a-shit. Great. Now I can just stop trying to impress, attract, outdo, or befriend everyone. Whew. That's a relief. Time to face the rest of my life thinking of what I want to do/say/wear/be.