I’m at peace with the way I move through this world.
I come and go when I’m ready.
I speak when I feel like talking.
I go when my feet say follow.
I say “no” without dressing it up.
It’s not rudeness.
Though if you call me before sunrise
or after dark,
You might get a different impression.
Somewhere along the way,
I stopped hauling the weight
of needing to explain myself.
I've spent a lifetime softening my edges,
Explaining my choices,
Making sure nobody mistook my silence
for anything other than courtesy.
Not anymore.
If I take the long road home
because I wanted to,
That’s enough. No explanation.
If I turn down an invitation
With a simple “Not this time,”
That’s enough, too.
I don’t owe you a breakdown
of my health, my schedule,
or my spirit.
If I decide to try something new,
or let something old fall away,
I don’t need a committee to meet
to approve the shift.
Some folks will get that.
Some won’t.
And at this age,
I’m finally fine with both.
Because aging with
all its creaks, cracks,
and sound effects,
comes with a gift of clarity.
I know what fills me.
I know what drains me.
I trust the pace I walk at,
even when the path bends
out of sight.
So no offense
if I don’t call a press conference
Every time I make a choice you don't like.
I’m not hiding.
I’m just comfortable now being me,
without the footnotes and references.
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