Invisibility is mine.

No one is more surprised than me, at the level of support I’ve received during this season of my life.

I remember a time, in my early 40’s, during a lady’s luncheon, an older friend informed me (with the agreement of several of the other, much older, friends attending the luncheon) to wait until I’m 50. Once I turned 50 it would be like I was invisible. People would stop noticing me, and I would be passed over for almost everything.

That comment stayed with me. I packed it away to be saved and used at a future time with a future (older) version of me.
Every now and again, I would retrieve the comment. Take a good hard look at it; ultimately feel the sting and panic that comes along with the realization, that soon I’d become ‘less than’ in society, for no other reason than turning a year older. Then I’d pack it up and stash it away, for the next time I needed a cold hard slap of reality.

The clock was ticking.

A couple of years later, as I approached the 50-year milestone, the apprehension of turning 50 built up.
I was fortunate enough to have partnered on a few business ventures with a beautiful woman who was a few years older.

I was present for her half-century birthday celebration, I also noticed in the years that followed, she hadn’t suddenly become invisible. In fact, she’d become the opposite.

She thrived.

This phenomenon had me curious about her strategy, and therefore, I shared the previous comment from the other friend at the luncheon several years earlier and asked her about her experience turning 50.

My partner informed me that her 50’s was going to be the best decade of her life. She’d learned enough to avoid the piles of crap other people left lying about and imparted this nugget of wisdom to me in a manner that led me to believe; she would indeed have the best decade of her life.

That comment or proclamation stayed with me too.

Two different women. Same age. Vastly opposite responses to turning 50.

What I took from these two perspectives was this:

If I was, in fact, going to become invisible in my 50’s why not take advantage and do whatever I wanted? Take chances. Explore all the things I’d only dreamed of accomplishing.

I mean, if I was going to be invisible no one would see me anyway. Right?

The knowledge of the invisibility cloak was extremely freeing and empowering, from my perspective.
It allowed me to adopt a similar view to my past business partner. If I was, in fact, going to be invisible, there wasn’t any reason I couldn’t just decide, and declare this decade of my 50’s (so many mourned) could also be the best decade of my life.

I’d spent enough time raising and caring for others, and now I was focused on my goals and wasn’t letting anyone else tamper with my joy. Turning 50 also brought the hyper-awareness of the time I had left on this earth.

Therefore, I was determined; I’d be doing what I wanted – when I wanted and wasn’t going to worry too much what others thought about it.

And so, with this in mind, my invisibility cloak fastened securely around my shoulders, and my newly found superpower; I thrust myself out into the world; with no real expectations other than the reward of doing what I’d wanted to do all my life, but was too afraid to pursue.

I outlined a series of books I’d want to read. And started working on my writing career. I hired coaches to teach me all the things I didn’t know about writing, and scheduled professional photographers for my author pictures.

My first book launches in August 2019.

The support I’ve received on my writing from family and friends is appreciated but somewhat expected. The level of encouragement I’ve received from my community and even strangers is overwhelming.

So far, this invisibility thing seems to be working out. I’d encourage anyone and everyone to follow their dreams regardless of their age.

Or more importantly; because of their age.

Here’s to superpowers.

Let me know what your superpower is!
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Terry Wells-Brown
xoxo