I don’t want everlasting youth. I’ve grown comfortable in my middle age, and no longer value partying over sleep. I no longer think I have to “keep up” when it comes to alcohol. Those days are over, and their memories are forever; but it’s no longer me.

Younger me constant sought people’s approval. The feeling of being incomplete without a partner and settling for unequal partner after unequal partner. Never showing the true me. Never realizing who the true me was.

Give me middle age, where I no longer look for people to complete me. I’m learning and setting boundaries. I’m parenting the way I wish I’d have been parented. Everyday, more of the ‘true me’ emerges, and I’m eager to know her.