Rambling… I think I’m too hard on myself. Like we’re supposed to hold ourselves to a higher regard but then there’s that bit of grace. Where you don’t have to be perfect, and you never will be. And that’s okay? And realizing I can’t control everything. I sure as hell can’t control other people… I can control myself. I can’t regulate my emotions and hold myself accountable. It’s okay to admit when you were wrong to admit you had your walls too high for the wrong people. It’s okay to let people in. It’s also scary. The people who know you the best are the ones you spend your time with. Partners. They see parts of you that other people don’t and never will. They become your mirror. If you don’t like what you see, then fix it. No one else is going to. No one is coming to save you. You have to start yourself.. start messy, start guessing.. but don’t be stagnant. If they see you aren’t moving then they can’t even meet you half way, and it’s not anyone’s job to meet you where you are. It’s a privilege to be loved by someone who sees beyond your faults and wants to work through them not drive over them like a pothole.. don’t miss out on the life of your dreams because you’re too comfortable in your own bullshit. And if that’s your decision to stay there, then don’t be so quick to invite people to sit with you.