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It's Not All Bad
This entry was posted on 9/29/2007 3:20 PM and is filed under Personally Speaking.
Friends ask why I plan to write a book. Striving to be truthful, I answer: to avoid becoming invisible. They object, not wanting me to feel diminished by getting old. They would like to talk me out of this concern. But they cannot. For I'm a realist, and know that aging eventually brings a retreat from center stage.
Last week, on a sunny downtown street corner after Sunday brunch, a friend pursued the point I'd made and asked: do you mean invisible as a woman or in a more general sense? And I responded: both.
Now he is really determined to talk me out of it.
As we grow older, women accept a measure of invisibility. They walk down the sidewalk and male heads no longer turn. But in their families, and professionally, they continue as vibrant, seasoned, and more accomplished players, years after feminine allure has faded somewhat. Not a bad trade-off. But when one advances beyond the ever-expanding stretch designated mid-life, then invisibility threatens in earnest.
For me, both work and writing keep the stage lights on. And recalling memorable experiences, exploring their meaning and crafting a story, offers a new role, a revival, a second act. A universal dream for the old. And even for the not yet so old? But, apparently I've failed to communicate to those dear friends who seek to reassure me of my continuing presence, that becoming invisible is not all bad. So here's the good news for me, and eventually for them:
I'm no longer burdened by ambition. Though eager to enhance my skills as a mediator and writer, I've got no more lawyer mountains to climb.
Volunteer projects of past importance have been taken over by a new generation, and I'm permitted to enjoy the role of valued spectator, without committee or leadership responsibility.
Never again will I wear uncomfortable shoes.
The clothes still in my closet are classics, by my own definition. Being in tune with fashion matters not at all.
Without guilt, I no longer attend social events I think will be tiresome.
Responsible only for my own timetable, I can talk with a friend for hours, even in the middle of the day, should we chose.
I'm no longer a consumer of anything other than consumables. Simplicity allows for greater focus, and time to become technologically savvy.
I don't have to pretend, so as to be perceived in a favorable light, don't have to hide who I really am. Invisibility has morphed into transparency.
Life's journey is becoming a destination. And I still buy green bananas.
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