I am invisible in our society. A 64 year old woman who wasn’t that good looking to begin with. I flushed my career down the toilet. I couldn’t have babies. The jury is still out on my marriage.
Yet inside I feel like an attractive lively woman in her early thirties. Trapped inside the spell of the outside world’s view of me. Struggling to get free.
This started out as a travel blog, with ambitions of becoming a digital nomad. Well that didn’t work out either. So now I’m just writing for me.