The Joy of Being Unavailable
There is power in being a little bit hard to reach.
Not because you’re playing games — but because your energy is sacred. Your time, selective. Your presence, intentional.
I used to believe I had to be accessible to be kind. That to care meant to always be on call. But now I understand: the softest thing I can do for myself is create space. The kind of space where I can hear my own thoughts. Where my peace is not constantly interrupted by urgency that isn’t mine.
Being unavailable is not about avoidance. It’s about alignment. It's saying: I value connection, but not at the expense of my calm.
So I turn my phone face down. I leave messages on read until I’m ready to reply. I don’t explain every boundary. Some are just mine to keep.
And in that space, I bloom. I don’t rush to respond — I rise to receive.
