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Sometimes I miss the reckless bloom of younger hunger. But I don't miss the begging. Not anymore. Now, I'd rather be too much for the wrong room than just enough for a cage I painted gold.

I'm older for me now — not for the version of me who once mapped out ages like milestones: By 25, clarity. By 30, courage. By now, peace. Peace didn't come. What came was a deeper kind of weather. Gray skies I don't run from anymore. Storms I sit through with a cup of something warm and a forgiveness I had to grow just to hold. older 4 me

Older 4 me means: I don't explain my silences. I don't shrink to fit someone else's memory of who I was. I wear the years like a coat that's finally broken in — loose in some places, thin in others, but mine. Sometimes I miss the reckless bloom of younger hunger

If not, I'll walk. Slowly. Proudly. Older. For me. Now, I'd rather be too much for the

Here’s a short piece titled — written as a reflective, lyrical monologue. "Older 4 Me"

I used to think older meant settled. Like a house that's stopped settling — creaks forgiven, floors finally flat. But now I'm here, and older feels less like an arrival and more like a slow, quiet undoing.

So here I am — not wiser, exactly. Just softer in some hard places, and harder in the soft ones that used to break. Older 4 me means I finally stopped asking “Am I too much?” and started asking “Does this love — this life — have room for all of me?”