I get really afraid sometimes that my voice, the loud-as-I-want one, is leaving me much too soon. In the past six months, my inside voice took over a lot more than I wanted it to, and I followed it inside. There's some kind of spiral staircase there that led me into the scariest, most comfortable place, where I had to be quiet for fear of disturbing the peace.
I'm ready to feel my age, and myself. I don't want to be impolite, but I do want to be memorable.