The Intersection of Intent 

You’ve reached the intersection. It’s the place where your goals and your heart finally have to have a conversation. 

As a woman, you’ve probably spent years wrestling with the fear of letting anyone in. You’re afraid they’ll throw you off course, or worse, that they’ll see you aren't as "together" as you pretend to be. No one taught you how to date with discernment; they only taught you how to survive the trauma. So, you chased the ones who were cute enough to post, but empty where it mattered. 

And then, he walked in. 

Maybe it wasn’t the physical attraction I expected. Maybe he didn't fit the "look" I had pinned on my boards. But he’s doing something no one else ever did: He’s paying attention. He notices the way I twirl my hair when I’m nervous. He caught the way I bite my lip when I’m holding back a fact-check. He even saw the way I look into the distance when I’m miles away in my own head. Someone is actually seeing me, and they are communicating what that looks like to them.

The Power Shift

He said it out loud: “I feel the most powerful when someone depends on me.” Then he corrected himself, leaning into the truth: “When I can provide something that someone else grows to depend on me for... and they accept that need and thank me for it.”

Bitch, that’s a provider.

But my wheels are turning. My trauma is whispering that this is "control" masked as love. I’m standing at the edge of the cliff, and even though I have a safety cord, I’m terrified to jump. I’m the "tough friend," remember? I’m not supposed to need anyone.

But what if I released the grip? What if I let go of the control I’ve been using as a shield? This is what those self-help books were trying to prepare me for. This is what "letting a man lead" actually feels like.

Are you going to run? Or are you going to see what happens when you finally stop fighting for yourself and let someone else join the battle?