An Unimportant Woman...

Growing older and demanding to be seen

I have come to a conclusion, in the nearly 7 decades that I have been graced to walk on this planet, that the older I get the less I am important to the greater world around me. Now I am not saying that this is necessarily a bad thing. I am just making an observation.

In truth, I never felt invisible until recently. I always thought that I made an impression wherever I went. I always felt that I was noticed. Well not anymore.

So I began to wonder who else feels this way, and is it only older women who people simply look through as if you aren’t there. Is it the graying hair, the paunch around the middle, or the slower gait as you meander down the sidewalk that irks those in the world who are hell bent on dismissing the fact that you are in their way?

Is it the thought that since you are from that older, less “enlightened” generation, that for some reason you are not to be tolerated, I am not even asking for some respect. You know that thing we used to give our elders. Are we, those who are creeping into our senior citizen years, only important for the purposes of being castigated for some global crisis that is transpiring because apparently we should have known better. (I have learned we were all supposed to take our crystal balls and see into the future.)

So I have decided in my own way to make my presence known. That is going to be the purpose of my musings. I have decided to be that old lady who yells at the young’uns to get off her lawn. But no cats. I’m not an old cat lady, the husband doesn’t like cats (I know who doesn’t like cats? In truth, it’s been a bone of contention in our 4 decades long marriage).

Join me….