Moving on

My mum asked me, “How come you didn’t go to M’s birthday?”

“I wasn’t invited,” I said.

“That’s… sad,” she replied. “I mean, you built up this community and now they don’t invite you to their celebrations.”

“No, it’s good,” I replied. “It means they don’t need me anymore. That frees me. It frees me to go and do my next thing.”

I don’t deny it. It’s sad. But it’s also good. It’s makes it easier to let go and move on.

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