04/26/2026
Someone is moving away and I watched it land for a friend. They’re not completely gone, but enough to change the rhythm of things.
It caught me off guard how much that small shift felt like something bigger.
There is stability in knowing certain people are just there, part of the fabric of our lives. And when that changes, it feels like we’ve lost a bit of footing.
I come back to this question. What stays when everything else moves?
The only answer I have right now is something around the relationship with self. One that doesn’t depend on who stays or goes. Maybe we can be our own best friend who never leaves and always has our back?
How to be self and outside of self. Still figuring that part out.