I hope I’ll know
It’s Sunday, November 22, in the early evening. This has been running through my head for a few months now. It’s kind of an obsessive fear. Rather than it being a critique of others, I landed on a note to self.
I hope l’ll know when I have
done enough
said enough
been enough
carved enough space for others.
I hope I’ll know when to
be less
be quiet
step back, aside, or sit down.
I hope I’ll know when to say no,
not me
her
him
them.
And if not,
I hope those that love me will tell me - it’s time.