I used to think connection meant being constantly available. Like if I didn’t respond right away… if I didn’t say yes… if I didn’t show up whenever someone needed me… I’d lose them. They’d think I didn’t care. They’d leave, and NEVER come back. So I made myself available. Always. To everyone. Even when I was tired. Even when I didn’t have the capacity. Even when it meant abandoning myself in the process. But love… that’s not connection. That’s performance. That’s survival. And I’m done with it. These days, I want relationships rooted in reality. Where silence isn’t rejection. Where boundaries are respected. Where “not now” doesn’t mean “never.” Because real connection doesn’t ask me to disappear. It invites me to return - to myself, first. Then to the people who love me whole. 🖤 I’d love to know… What’s one way you’re reclaiming your energy this week? What kind of connection feels safe in your body these days? Tell me in the comments. I’ll read every word. 🌙 PS: If you’re craving more honest, soft, sovereign connection - join us inside Worthy & Rising Our rebel community for people who are done pretending and ready to be witnessed. 🌙 Link to join, love:
