I woke up this morning and everything was different.
That feeling you get right when a plane lifts off from the ground,
the fear of the unknown and the exhilaration that it’s going to be okay.
The feeling when you’re standing at the edge of a rooftop, scared of falling yet thrilled that you can conquer it.
That’s how I feel.
I feel indifferent to the world.
Everyone mattered before this. Everything that was said or done meant something to me.
Now I’m the only one that matters.
I removed myself from the situation and when I looked at the reality of things, it was never right.
I was so attached when I was in it.
I took a step back I realized how easy it was all along.
Love can wait.
People can wait.
I need me. I need to come first. I need to take care of me, before I can take care of anyone else.