“Am I Getting Old?

People say I’ve changed. They say I’ve grown quiet, distant…not the person I used to be. But I don’t think it’s age that’s changing me.

I think it’s wisdom.

I no longer live to make others happy. Now, I try to be kind to myself.

I’ve let go of things that hurt me-memories, people, and place that made me feel small.

Not out of anger, but because I deserve peace.

I don’t chase loud nights anymore.

I spend my late hours learning, dreaming, creating.

I’ve traded makeup for honesty, and empty smiles for real joy.

I don’t need a glass of wine to feel alive-I find comfort in quitet sips of coffee.

I stopped pretending life is perfect, and started loving it just as it is.

It’s not age that slows me down.

It’s the wonder of seeing beauty in small things-a bird’s song, morning light, a kind word.

I wake up early now, not because I must, but becasue each day feels like a gift.

I stay silent more often not because I have nothing to say, but because I now choose words that matter.

No, I’m not getting old.

I’m becoming myself.

I’m healing.

I’m growning.

I’m learning to live the life I live-one quiet, beautiful moment at a time.”

–Victor Hugo