And it’s gotta go both ways. Glad of dogs, sad of people, trying to be open and flexible but get my needs met and prioritise surviving however I have to. Letting go and getting clear of what’s hazardous to my health and capacity to make informed, considered choices. Seriously, y’all, more pressure means worse performance and more resistance out of me. Humour, humility, and asking over telling are the best ways. Model the chill and kindness and caring desired, and let me make my choice.