These kinds of images seem to be everywhere lately. And I think it’s because they’re quietly naming something many of us are tired of carrying.
While trying to live a more authentic life, I’ve started being more open with people — privately and professionally — about where they stand with me, and where I stand with them.
Not because I want intensity.
Because I’m tired of guessing.
So much is left to interpretation these days. No one wants to offend or be offended, so we soften, avoid, or stay vague. We assume others will “just know.” But the truth is, we are not the same people. We don’t share the same reference points, histories, sensitivities, or fears. Our interpretations differ — often wildly — and usually for very good reasons.
Silence doesn’t create safety.
It creates stories.
I’ve started making a point of stating the obvious.
Saying things like: I’m not fighting — I’m discussing. I want input so we can find a solution.
Or: You are my friend. You matter to me. Yes, your opinion counts.
Or even: I’m not having a great day — it’s not personal. I dislike everyone equally today.
It sounds simple. It isn’t always easy.
But I don’t want people wondering if my quiet means I’m upset with them. I want them to feel safe enough to ask if I’m okay — and to trust that I’ll answer honestly. Sometimes the answer is simply: Yes, I’m good. Work is just a lot right now.
No hidden meaning.
No emotional maths required.
I want to be the kind of person who asks for clarity instead of assuming it. I’m tired of wondering. And I don’t want to assume — because we all know where assumptions tend to lead.
Being open like this isn’t about over-explaining or demanding reassurance. It’s about respect. It’s about giving relationships — professional and personal — the dignity of truth instead of the burden of guesswork.
Clarity doesn’t make things heavier.
It makes them cleaner.
And I’m finding that living this way — saying the obvious, naming care, inviting conversation — is far kinder than leaving people to fill in the gaps.
