I Didn’t Try to Fix It

I recognized the instinct to intervene.
To smooth it out.
To make it easier to sit with.

And I let that instinct pass.

Not everything that feels tender is broken.
Some things just need to be held long enough to settle on their own.

Fixing would have rushed it.
Would have assumed something was wrong when it wasn’t.
Would have turned care into control.

So I stayed with it instead.
Present.
Attentive.
Unrushed.

There is respect in not rearranging what is still becoming.
In allowing discomfort to exist without solving it away.
In trusting the moment to find its own shape.

I didn’t try to fix it.
Because nothing asked to be repaired.
It only asked to be witnessed.

Final Thought: Letting Things Be Whole

Care does not always improve what it touches.
Sometimes it simply refuses to interfere.

After Hours Disclaimer
This space honors presence over problem solving.
No repairing. No reframing.
Just what was allowed to exist without being altered.