Life Got Loud (and Wet)

I was sweating through my blouse and my patience.
Mid-meeting. Mid-month. Mid-life.

The hot flash didn’t break me — but it revealed me.
Suddenly, I was done shape-shifting for people who didn’t even see me.

I quit. I cried. I danced barefoot in my living room.
Midlife got loud — and I finally stopped whispering.