I’ve never been the loudest in the room. I’m not chasing invitations, and I’m not pressed to be seen. But I’ve spent a lot of time around noise… people, conversations, even commitments… that didn’t add anything to me.
And somewhere along the way, I realized: just because something is full doesn’t mean it’s fulfilling.
There’s a difference between connection and closeness. Between company and care. Between being surrounded… and being supported.
Now I’m checking the energy. The intention. The weight of what’s being offered and what’s being asked of me in return.
Because if it’s not rooted in quality, I don’t want it. That goes for people. Opportunities. Habits. Conversations. I don’t need more of what leaves me drained.
I want real. Reciprocal. Peaceful. Safe.
Quality might show up in smaller numbers, but it hits deeper. It lingers longer. And it doesn’t make you question your worth just to keep it around.
So no…I’m not showing up everywhere. I’m not talking to everybody. And I’m not explaining why.
I’m choosing quality. Even if it means walking with less… as long as it means walking lighter.