We get to choose who we let into our weird little worlds.
Although I never thought about it that way. If I’m being honest, I’ve been quite careless with who I’ve let into my world. The entry fee was a simple expression of interest, and I didn’t deliberate on it much more than that. If you wanted in, you were in. Your intentions, actions, and how I felt found their place: the back burner.
Carelessness that only led to my misery and my inability to leave those causing it.
My carelessness was not contained, but it spilled into my relationships with friends and family, relationships I wished to be careful with. I can only hope their resentment toward that carelessness has waned. I am a different, more careful person now.
My time alone has shown me to value my comfort above anything else. I’ve finally recognized my worth. I’ve finally made my time and energy less accessible to those who aren’t deserving. Maybe I’ve gotten too comfortable, but at least I know I will never again end up where I’ve been.
Because I get to choose who I let into my weird little world.