cutting people off feels different now. it’s not anger, it’s grief. like dang… I really wanted you here, but your actions showed me I’m not safe with you.
Right now life teaching me detachment. Nothing’s really mine. People come and go. Moments pass. Love shifts. It’s all temporary. I’m learning to enjoy things without gripping them too tight. To accept when energy changes. To let go when it’s time.
No matter how slow the elderly person ahead of you in line is, and no matter your hurry, when they turn and apologize you always smile gently and say take your time. ALWAYS.