No one warns you that the second half of life isn’t a slow fade — it’s a plot twist.
Nobody tells you that your senses sharpen, your tolerance for nonsense drops to zero, and your intuition becomes so accurate it should come with a warning label.

They don’t tell you that after divorce, heartbreak, caregiving, and illness… something shifts.
You stop trying to prove your worth.
You stop negotiating your needs away.
You stop asking permission.

The second prime is not about becoming someone new — it’s about becoming who you were always meant to be before life got loud and heavy.

It’s clarity.
It’s freedom.
It’s the radical joy of finally being aligned with your own damn soul.

No one tells you that.
You get to discover it yourself — and that’s the beautiful part.