lowkey (g-rated)

Currently listening to: Feel This Moment – Pitbull feat. Christina Aguilera

One day while my light
Is glowin’,
I’ll be in my castle golden
But until the gates are open,
I just want to Feel this moment

Prompt snagged from: TCMC

Upper leadership says I’m elite when it comes to reading between the lines—identifying trends, spotting subtle shifts in energy, picking up on inconsistencies before they even register for most people. I’ve been told I’m a kind of emotional algorithm. Pattern recognition on overdrive. I know when something’s about to break, when someone’s bullshitting, or when an idea’s about to catch fire.

And it’s true—I feel the vibe before the vibe announces itself.

I can analyze a data set and tell you what’s not being said. I can walk into a patient’s room and clock the tension in the air before anyone speaks. I can sense when a relationship is wobbling, when a project is veering off-track, when someone’s energy just isn’t right. I am hyper aware.

But the catch?

I can do that for everyone else, but not for myself.

Because when I’m in it—I’m in it.

Blinders on. Heart first, logic second. It’s like trying to read a map with my face pressed against the paper. I lose perspective. I stop seeing patterns and start chasing feelings. I ignore the red flags I’d clock instantly for anyone else. I confuse hope for evidence. I mistake chaos for passion. And before I know it, I’m knee-deep in shit I would’ve told my friends to walk away from ten steps ago.