I have learned to savor
the luxury of my own silence—
a velvet-robed kind of peace
that doesn’t buzz, ding, or vibrate
for anyone’s convenience.
Call it sacred.
Call it self-care.
Call it “Do Not Disturb unless you’re delivering mangoes
or divine revelation.”
Either way—
I answer myself first.
I used to think I owed the world
My immediate yes,
my constant presence,
My open-door empathy.
But now?
Now I understand the power of the well-timed no,
the strategic vanishing act,
the art of stepping offstage
to moisturize, meditate, and mind my business.
Unavailable has become my golden hour—
my shimmer, my grounding,
My solid gold immunity
from everyone’s emergencies
that somehow aren’t mine.
I am not missing.
I am not distant.
I am recalibrating like a goddess in the lab—
mixing clarity, peace, and boundaries
into a potion so potent
It glows.
And yes—
people may wonder
Why am I quiet?
Why am I slow to reply?
Why does my phone seem to have enrolled itself
In Witness Protection.
Let them wonder.
Explanations are overrated,
and I am too busy becoming
my most rested, radiant self
to narrate my process.
Call it solitude or self-preservation,
either way—
I’m choosing me.
Unavailable is not rude.
Unavailable is not selfish.
Unavailable is gold—
solid, sacred, stamped,
and shining beautifully from within.
And when I reappear,
rested, refueled,
soft and powerful—
They’ll ask how I did it.
Simple:
I unplugged, unbothered, and unapologized
My way back to myself—
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