Daily writing prompt

What do you think gets better with age?

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They say wine gets better with age,  oh and cheese too, but truthfully, I’ve never been that patient.

What I do know is that I’ve aged like a cast-iron skillet—seasoned by time, strong as ever, and still able to cook up something unforgettable.

So what gets better with age?

Discernment.
I don’t react the way I used to. I pause. I pray. I scan the room. And if it still feels off, I’m not afraid to walk out with my peace still intact.

My humor.
It’s sharper now—seasoned with just the right amount of sarcasm and Southern flair. I don’t just make people laugh anymore—I make them pause, think, and then laugh again ten minutes later.

My friendships.
I’ve traded quantity for quality. My circle’s smaller, but the roots go deeper. We don’t need constant check-ins to feel close—we’re tethered by something stronger than time zones.

My ability to let go.
At this age, I don’t need closure—I need quiet. I don’t chase explanations anymore. If you walked out of my life, I trust God locked the door behind you.

And me?
I’m not trying to be less of myself—I’m becoming more of who I was always meant to be. 

Seasoned.