Thursday Real Talk: Some Chapters End Without Closure

When I drove away from Vegas, I didn’t just change my location.

I ended a chapter.

I stopped communicating with everyone connected to that world. No announcements. No explanations. No dramatic exits.

I just… kept driving.

I’ve always had this part of me — once I’m done, I’m done.

Not out of anger.

Not out of spite.

It’s clarity.

When a chapter closes, I don’t revisit it. I don’t linger. I don’t keep emotional doors cracked open “just in case.” People from that chapter no longer occupy space in my present.

And I’m okay with that.

I don’t miss that world.

I don’t miss the mindset.

I don’t miss the energy it required to stay in it.

At one point, I knew how to move there. I understood the unspoken rules. But growth changes what you can tolerate — and what you’re willing to carry.

I didn’t leave angry.

I left clear.

Clear that peace mattered more than proximity.

Clear that alignment mattered more than access.

Clear that the version of me I was becoming needed something quieter and more real.

Some chapters don’t end with closure conversations.

They end when you decide not to carry them forward.

Walking away doesn’t always mean something went wrong.

Sometimes it means something finally went right.

That chapter closed exactly how it needed to —with me moving forward, lighter, and not missing a thing.