Being invisible in a world of visible.
A few years ago a friend of mine was wailing about becoming invisible. I didn’t understand what she meant. She was around 50. As I approached a similar (;-) age, I started to get what she meant. In the past you’d walk along the street and know you were noticed. You would arrive at work and comments would be made on what you were wearing. You’d have group photos taken and you were there in the middle or reasonably near. Then one day, Continue reading “I am not invisible – Look!”