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This episode touches on themes of serious illness and cancer.
Please listen with care and take the space you need if it feels tender.
Hey friends, it's Rosie here.
Welcome back to Radio Headspace.
The other day I was scrolling through social media, not really paying attention, just the usual half-present drift when I saw her name.
An old friend.
Someone I'd once been extremely close to.
And there it was.
A hospital photo, a shaved head, and the word cancer sitting quietly in the caption.
My heart sank in a way that surprised me.
For a split second, the decade between us disappeared.
We had been inseparable for a time.
The kind of close where you know each other's coffee order, childhood stories, and private fears.
The kind of friendship you assume will last because it feels foundational.
And then almost 10 years ago, we had a falling out.
It happened during an election cycle.
Words were said, lines were drawn.
Pride stiffened both of us.
What started as a disagreement slowly became distance, and we never repaired it.
We just let silence take over and life move forward.
But in that moment, staring at that hospital photo, none of those arguments mattered.
All I felt was love.
There's something about mortality that reorganizes your priorities instantly.
It strips away the illusion that we have endless time to fix whatever's broken.
We tell ourselves we'll reach out when we're ready, when the tension softens, when things are less awkward.
But life doesn't always give us the luxury of perfect timing.
There's a well-known Native American story about two wolves that live inside each of us.
One wolf represents anger, resentment, pride.
The other represents compassion, humility, love.
The one that grows, the elder says, is the one you feed.
For years, if I'm honest, I fed the wolf of righteousness.
I told myself I had good reasons.
I replayed the narrative where I was justified.
And maybe I was.
I was, after all, really great at boundaries.
But in that hospital moment, righteousness didn't feel nourishing.
It felt small.
Compassion felt bigger.
When someone we once loved is facing something fragile and terrifying, our nervous system doesn't ask about ideological alignment.
It doesn't scan for who was right.
It remembers the human being.
Sitting there, I realized that sometimes what we think is closure is deferred tenderness.
We convince ourselves we're done with someone, when really we're just protecting ourselves from the vulnerability of repair.
Making amends doesn't always have to be a public apology or a perfectly worded speech.
Sometimes it's simply the willingness to let your heart move first.
When I opened our message thread, the last thing that was sitting there was an unfinished argument.
I didn't scroll back to dissect it or send a long explanation trying to untangle the past.
I didn't reopen the debate.
I simply wrote, And that was enough.
Repair doesn't erase history.
It just softens it.
When we acknowledge rupture even years later, something in our body relaxes.
The tight narrative loosens.
We stop carrying the weight of unfinished business.
One of my teachers once said to me, unacknowledged harm hardens into distance.
Acknowledged harm becomes a bridge.
Cancer has a way of clarifying what matters.
It reminds us how fragile timelines really are.
And it forces us to confront the possibility that pride might outlast opportunity if we're not careful.
In that moment, I wasn't thinking about the argument.
I was thinking about her laugh, about late night conversations, about the girl she was before politics ever entered the room.
That's what surfaced.
That's what felt real.
So here's something I've been sitting with since then.
If someone once mattered deeply to you and there's distance there now?
What would you say if you knew time was fragile?
You don't have to resolve everything.
You don't need to reopen wounds recklessly.
But you can choose which wolf you're feeding.
There is strength in reaching out from compassion instead of correctedness.
Here's a gentle practice you can try.
Sit quietly and bring to mind someone where there's unfinished business.
Notice what rises in your body.
Notice where pride sits.
Notice where tenderness sits.
You don't have to act immediately.
Just breathe with it.
Ask yourself, if I were leading with compassion instead of being right, what might shift?
Sometimes making amends is external.
Sometimes it's internal.
But either way, it frees you.
In the end, when life reminds us of its fragility, what remains isn't who won the argument.
It's who we loved.
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That's it for today, friends.
If you've ever had a moment that rearranged what mattered to you, you're not alone.
If you want to share it with me, you can find me on Instagram at rosiacosta.
Sometimes it takes something heavy to bring us back to what's essential.
I'll see you back here soon.
Thank you.
