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Journaling:
This is a song sung by Hal Ketchum―one of my favorite singers. When I first heard it, I was reminded of how I felt when I reached my 40s. All of a sudden, everywhere I went, I felt invisible. At first I was angry and sad about that, but I finally came to not only accept it, but revel in it! Suddenly, what other people thought of me (if they’d ever thought of me at all!) didn’t seem to matter. And I’ve grown to know that’s how it should be. I’m happy to be invisible
You're the only person who has ever scrapped about the way I felt - invisible. I think you scrapped about this one other time and I was like "I'm not the only one"! My sisters and I have talked about this so many times, but I've never known anybody else besides us who felt that way or at least acknowledged it.
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