Zero Bandwidth for Fake Energy

Perhaps I'm perimenopausal, as my nighttime sleep is absolutely light. Or maybe it's the fact that I've lived half my life on Earth, assuming I live until 80. The point is, my tolerance for bullshit is so low now that I can actually feel multiple veins snapping in various parts of my body (I like to call this the Hulk phenomenon) when I have to put up with fake conversations, fake smiles, and basically just about anything fake.

My patience levels are at an all-time low. I'm busier than ever, just like any hassled millennial parent, and I simply don't have the emotional bandwidth for garbage. So, if you don't have a kind word to say, you can either choose to recycle yourself or maintain silence and keep a mile away from me.

Close friends and family, of course, know how to get their message across in a diplomatic manner without mincing words. I hear them, I see them, and I choose to agree or disagree with their point of view. 

The energy and time we invest in people at this juncture in our lives are so important. I want to surround myself only with those who uplift and inspire. I don't have the patience for petty gossip or talk about large world problems that do not concern me or my child.

It is strange how I have such epiphanies during 3 AM sleepless nights like this. But it's a good epiphany to have, I think.