If you don’t talk to people one-on-one, stories get made up in the silence.
I just recently turned 50. Half a century in, and I’m realizing how much fake tension lives in families just because no one actually sits down and talks.
We assume. We guess. We fill in gaps with assumptions and secondhand gossip like it’s group project season and no one did the reading.
I’m done with that.
From now on, I’m reaching out, going deeper, starting real conversations.
Not everyone’s gonna meet me there.
And that’s cool. But the ones who do? That’s where the good stuff lives.
