I am becoming more me every day. I have always had little tolerance for bs, unkindness, nastiness, and willful ignorance; I have even less tolerance for these things now. And that’s okay with me. I no longer feel the need to go along to get along; I call a spade a spade. Other people don’t have to like me; I DO have to like myself. Whether these feelings are caused by getting older, other circumstances in my life, a combination of these, or something else entirely, I am happy to own them.