Crossing The Line

I haven’t been closed to connection.

I’ve been meeting people.

Building friendships.

Enjoying spontaneity.

Letting new conversations and new energy into my life.

Exploring what feels light, honest, and real.

And still—there was a line I hadn’t fully crossed.

Not because I was afraid.

Because I was listening.

Honoring the depth of what I’ve lived and the pace my body required.

That line is behind me now.

What’s changing isn’t my openness—it’s my direction.

I’m continuing to build meaningful friendships,

and I’m allowing romantic connection to deepen where it naturally wants to.

I’m present when curiosity becomes chemistry.

I’m staying when something feels steady, mutual, and alive.

I know who I am.

I know what I offer.

I know what I want and need.

And I know what kind of connection I’m available to now that I am on the other side of things.

Not everything comes with me—

confusion, inconsistency, or anything that required me to negotiate my worth.

Because I am—fully, deliberately—moving forward.

And it excites me.