Few Antipathies: No Argument with the Air
/Lately, I’ve been releasing the need to convince, explain, or defend. Not because I don’t care but because I care differently. With less friction. Less fight. Fewer antipathies. There was a time when every misunderstanding felt like a challenge. A cue to clarify. A reason to prove I’m thoughtful, considerate, grounded, whole.
But now? I’m learning to let things float. Let the tension pass. Let silence do what explanations rarely can, preserve peace. I have no argument with the air. No grudge against the wind that changes course. No rebuttal for someone else’s version of the story. What I do have is breath. And I’m not wasting it chasing closure that won’t come or clarity that doesn’t heal.
Some things are better left unheld. Some invitations to conflict are best ignored. And some people are committed to misunderstanding you, not out of malice, just out of their own story. And I refuse to shrink or swell to fit inside someone else’s misreading of me.
What I’m Saying Yes To:
Pauses. Not replying right away. Smiling instead of explaining. Letting peace be enough.
What I’m Unlearning:
That I owe everyone access to my process. That clarity is always the goal. That silence means I’ve lost.
What’s Saving My Summer:
Leaving unread messages unread a little longer. Walking before responding. Trusting what I know, even if it goes unsaid.
One Frame, One Feeling:
Me, outside on a humid morning, no music, no phone. It's just air on my skin, and there's no need to comment on any of it.
Some folks will never hear you clearly because they’re listening through noise you didn’t make. Let them have the static.
Keep the breeze,
I Am