I keep telling myself—
The work for me is to develop that story without letting it consume me.
It’s just an exploration of a question. Not a decision. Not a fear. Not a judgement. Not a criticism.
And I say—
You’re not moving into hell. You’re just showing up in a fierce dress, ordering a martini, and dancing for a minute.
Not to save.
Not to join.
Not to condemn.
Just to see what they see, hear what they say, and maybe carry back something.
M◆
Your attention is the rarest currency. Thank you for the exchange.
— Mabst
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