Maybe it’s the empath in me. Ever since I was a kid, I could feel what people were thinking before they said it.
Even someone I hadn’t thought twice about — if I suddenly sensed this is what they’re carrying — I’d pull back. Quietly. Fast.
Dependence and trust aren’t the same thing. Dependence is heavy. Tiring. I don’t like it.
The morning had that gray, low feeling to it. Then someone I respect lifted me back up. Understood something, without me explaining it.
Later, I sat down with the tool I’d finished the other day and made it easier to use — saving, running, all in one place.
Some days just end up fine. This was one of them.