Not Everyone Gets a Front Row in Your Life
There comes a time in every woman’s life when she begins to realize that not everyone deserves a front-row seat to her becoming.
Some people were only meant to pass through, not to stay. Some were meant to witness a chapter, not the whole story. And some may care for you, but still not know how to handle your heart with the gentleness it deserves.
That’s not bitterness, that’s clarity.
As you grow, you begin to see the difference between connection and access. Just because someone has known you for years doesn’t mean they still deserve an all-access pass to your emotions, your thoughts, or your sacred spaces.
Boundaries aren’t walls. They’re wisdom.
They don’t shut people out; they simply protect what’s valuable. They’re the fences that guard the garden of your soul so it can grow without constant trampling.
You can be open and still wise.
You can be kind and still cautious.
You can be available and still not be accessible to everyone.
Selective vulnerability isn’t pride or selfishness.
It’s care.
It’s being intentional about where and with whom you place your trust. It’s recognizing that your healing, your softness, and your story deserve safe hands.
Not everyone can hold space for your honesty. Not everyone will know how to utilize your depth. And not everyone has the emotional maturity to respect your silence without assuming the worst.
And that’s okay.
You are not required to perform your pain publicly.
You don’t have to justify your peace.
You’re allowed to outgrow relationships that no longer feel aligned, not because of anger, but because of evolution.
It’s not cruel to change the seating in your life.
It’s wisdom to recognize who celebrates your growth and who gets uncomfortable when you no longer shrink.
You are not selfish for stepping back from those who only show up when it benefits them.
You are not cold for saying, “This space is no longer for you.”
Your healing is too sacred to be mishandled.
Your voice is too powerful to be silenced.
Your journey is too beautiful to be interrupted by noise.
So let your front row be filled with those who clap for your healing, speak truth in your weakness, and hold your becoming with reverence.
Let your inner circle be made up of people who don’t flinch at your truth. People who don’t compete with your joy. People who walk beside you not just when it’s easy, but when it’s uncomfortable, too.
Not everyone gets a seat there.
And that’s precisely how it should be.
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