Redirected, Not Rejected
A dude once told me… my most “authentic flex” was that I had the heart of a soldier, the loyalty of a Saint, and the power to leave people, things, and places better than I found them. He said when a “real man” recognizes that kind of beauty in me and snatches me up he’d be sick with grief— like I was something to be claimed before I ever even belonged to myself. He thought it was a compliment. But what I heard was a man already rehearsing loss because he knew he couldn’t meet me where I actually stood. So I didn’t argue. I didn’t explain. I just observed. And that kind of clarity? It changes how you move. So I fell back— not back into anything… just out of reach. Off the grid. Because at this big age in my life— what you not gonna do is stand in my presence casually while treating my time like it’s infinite. My birthdays are adding up. My discernment is too. And I don’t confuse attention for intention anymore. Listen— I didn’t leave because I was empty. I left because I’m ...