What is my life, when it is not mine?

I have the feel­ing of late that I am not the piv­ot around which my life cir­cles… and this strikes me as a very odd thing. Espe­cial­ly as there is no-one else in my life that I am choos­ing to be my focus. I need to be me. But doing so is going to cause trou­ble. It can not be avoid­ed. Screw the con­se­quence.
My close friends will per­haps feel they are being neglect­ed, or even pun­ished, and per­haps is part that is true, but not the goal. They will either under­stand, or show them­selves unwor­thy of my faith in them. I wont inter­fere.
My dis­tant friends will most like­ly not even notice any change. Per­haps they will, not all the changes will be sub­tle. That is as it should be.
Fam­i­ly is a anchor, it both pre­vents one from find­ing one’s own way in the world, and pre­vents one from mak­ing some ter­ri­ble mis­takes. The free­dom to do both is nec­es­sary. But the Fam­i­ly nev­er under­stands why any­one would not want their pro­tec­tion. They will get hurt. But all will be mend­ed, giv­en time.