As each day and year and lifetime passes, age consumes us.
The American Culture, and increasingly our human world-at-large, becomes more and more youth-oriented. And that leaves me becoming, increasing in age seemingly by leaps and bounds, day by day less visible. Embracing my inevitably increasing invisibility has become almost child's play to me.
For decades I shunned the spotlight, always the loner. The invisibility of ageism has been far easier for me than most. Embracing Invisibilities has become my stock-in-trade. The price one pays for living long is endured by gratitude.
I suppose putting lipstick on a twice-baked potato shows my decline in creative abundance as I age, but humor has a way of salving wounds.
PASS THE SOUR CREAM. I am living the dream.
Invisibly.
