I did something yesterday that I thought I wouldn’t do for a long time. I called my dad. I felt like there were somethings that I needed to get off my chest. But I wasn’t able to because he had company. It was a weird conversation and I wish I was able to say what I needed to say. I forgave him but I don’t know how much I want to talk to him. People always make time for who they want to make time for. And it doesn’t seem like I’m on that list of making time for. Like I said on a journey to do better and be better. I’m wanting my life to be about people who care about me. I’m not saying that he doesn’t care about me but action speaks louder than words. I took my step and I’m okay with whatever comes next.