More Than A Chapter

I must say, I love being in my 50s. There’s something truly liberating about it. Like wisdom—there’s definitely that. 54-year-old me has a whole lot to say to 24-year-old me like choose the path you want to take instead of listening to what others believe you should do, or get out of that toxic relationship ASAP, also stop worrying about the way you look because women your age are always seen (maybe not listened to, but definitely seen). Then there’s the not caring as much about what other people think. That’s truly freeing, too. It’s nice to not give a fuck about someone else’s opinion. Whereas, in my youth, I cared what everyone thought of me. It was exhausting. But while both wisdom and being dismissive of other’s opinions are well-earned aspects of being 50+, there are also drawbacks. Such as invisibility. Now let me tell you, I like blending in as much as any other introvert on the planet. I want to do my thing and not constantly be evaluated for how I’m doing it or what I...