a state of divided attention—physically present but mentally occupied with calculations of others’ requirements and expectations.
That constant internal monitoring had become so habitual I’d stopped noticing how it drained my energy and authenticity.
“I think you’re right,” I admitted. “There’s a freedom in not constantly adjusting myself to accommodate someone else’s narrative.”
Helen nodded.
“Now, about the David Monroe situation… have you decided how to proceed?”
I had, in fact, spent considerable time contemplating that question while showing her around my new community.
The portfolio from my father’s safety
