You're Not Miss Cleo, and Neither Am I

You know what drives me crazy? When people expect me to read their mind. Like, what do I look like, Miss Cleo with a crystal ball? I can't fix what you won't tell me about.

I'm that person in my family who wants to solve everyone's problems, carry everyone's weight. And let me tell you, people get real comfortable letting you play that role. They stop communicating because they assume you'll just know. You'll just handle it. You'll just figure it out. And it drives me nuts. So yeah, my goal this year is to stop showing up so competent. When you're the competent one, people take advantage of that. LOL!

Seriously though, communication isn't optional. It's everything.

When you walk through my door, I'm not going to make you guess what I want or need. And I'm not going to pretend I can read your mind either. You want something specific? Tell me. You need me to slow down, speed up, or just sit with you quietly for a minute? Say it. Just be honest.

I've been rebuilding myself this year. Lost someone close to me, and grief has a way of showing up in your body whether you're ready or not. I'd put on some weight and have been on a weight loss journey. My nervous system was all over the place. Some days I'm just trying to regulate my own world before I can show up for anyone else.

But that's exactly why I understand what it means to need gentleness. To need someone who won't expect you to have it all together. To need space where you can just be without explanation.

So if you're carrying stress, grief, or just the weight of not being seen, I get it. And I won't ask you to pretend you're someone you're not.

Just tell me what you need. I promise, I'll listen.

xo,
Rose