Because the truth is?
When someone’s in my life
when they’re part of my rhythm
things shift.
The environment becomes shared. Collaborative. Cared for.
I cook, they clean.
I lift, they fold.
I prioritize better because we’re doing it together.
But until then?
It’s just me.
Managing my time.
Managing my energy.
Managing the guilt of wondering if this space is a turnoff to someone I haven’t even met yet.
I’d rather show you my room as it is now, and let you decide if it’s somewhere you could still want to be.
Not forever.
Just long enough to make the bed together.
Because yes, it’s a mess.
But I’m still trying to make room for you in it.