Here’s the truth: age may have slowed my steps, softened my stamina, or made me think twice before doing something reckless… but it sure as hell hasn’t shut me up.
I’ve learned a lot over the years—the kind of lessons that only come from experience, mistakes, and surviving people who thought they could push me around. And that wisdom? It comes with a voice. A sharp one. A slightly savage one. A truth-telling one.
Sure, I might move slower, but I speak faster than ever when nonsense shows up. I’ve got no patience for passive-aggressive games, fake energy, or excuses that smell like entitlement. Life’s too short to whisper when you could say it loud, clear, and unapologetically.
So yes, I may take my time walking into the room, but when I open my mouth? You’ll know exactly who’s in charge of this energy—and it’s me.
Because growing older isn’t about getting quieter.
It’s about getting wiser, louder, and savvier.
Slower steps. Faster comebacks. Same unfiltered me. 🔥
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