Pleasure, Power, Presence

Menopause arrived like a new dashboard light.

Not a warning, but an invitation.

To slow down.

To recalibrate.

To honor the wild wisdom of my body that had carried me through decades of devotion.

I stopped chasing youth and started courting vitality. I let pleasure be my compass.

Now, I treat my body like the Ferrari she is.

Not for speed, but for sensation.

For curves.

For the way she hums when I honor her.

She's not broken.

She's brilliant.

And she's always been trying to steer me home.