(I’m challenging myself to write daily starting now, 7/29/2025)

If we are the kind of friends where I won’t come to your home because of the company you keep, I’m not inviting you into my home. 

My home is my inner sanctum. It is where I recharge and protect myself from the energies of the people around me. It is my sacred space. So, I only invite my most cherished of people into these spaces. The people I trust most. 

If we are that type of friend, then we are not friends at all. We are acquaintances. Nothing more. So don’t expect the kindness I show you is anything more than professionalism and common courtesy of a fellow human being. It absolutely does not mean we are friends or that I even like you. 

If this makes sense to you, then you understand when I say, I am not continuing relationships with people who voted for 45/47 or associate with those who do. 

And if that confuses you, imagine that I am a grown ass adult, capable, competent, and have been handling my own shit for well over 40-years. Therefore, I get to choose who has access to me, who I allow in my personal sphere. 

If you are arguing against my own agency, then this is a you problem. Because trust me when I say, I bow to no man, no god. Not now. Not ever. 

Would you allow someone to make such decisions in your life? Why should I expect and accept less than that for myself?