When I Stopped Explaining Myself

I don’t remember exactly when it happened.

There wasn’t a moment.
No decision I sat down and made.

It just… slipped away.

The need to explain.

It used to come so naturally.

Filling in the gaps.
Clarifying what I meant.
Making sure I wasn’t misunderstood.

I kept doing this over and over.

Second guessing. Checking that what I said didn’t translate the wrong way with the other person.

Not because I was unsure of myself.

But because I thought
that’s what you do
when you care about being understood.

So I would explain.

Gently.
Patiently.
Sometimes even before I was asked.

Just to make things easier.

But somewhere along the way…

I noticed something.

The people who really wanted to understand me…

never needed that much explaining.

And the ones who didn’t?

No amount of explaining
ever seemed to reach them.

Or they just didn’t care.

So I started pausing.

Not intentionally at first.

Just… noticing the space
between what I felt
and what I was about to say.

And sometimes—

I let that space stay empty.

At first, it felt strange.

Almost rude.

Like I was withholding something
I used to give freely.

I was so used to over-giving that the silence made me feel guilty.

But then I realized…

I wasn’t withholding.

I was discerning.

I stopped translating myself
into something more acceptable.

Stopped softening my thoughts
so they would land better.

Stopped rewriting my intentions
just to avoid being questioned.

And nothing dramatic happened.

No confrontation.
No fallout.

Just a quiet shift.

I became less available

to conversations

that required too much explaining.

Less responsive

to things

that felt like they needed to be defended.

Less willing
to prove something
that was already clear to me.

And in that quiet…

I felt something return.

A kind of ease.

The kind that comes
when you trust that
you don’t need to be understood
by everyone.

Only by the right ones.

So now…

I still speak.

I still share.

But I no longer rush
to explain myself
into being accepted.

If it lands, it lands.

If it doesn’t—

I let it go.

Because the right people

don’t need a full explanation.

They just…

understand.

This post started it all

This post carries my emotion, too.

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'Til my next post,

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