With the passing of my uncle this week, I thought many thoughts about family and love. To me, family is love. It is unconditional and a constant. They will always be your family, that does not mean you love every action they take.

Love and family can be violative. It is this volatility that had me in thought. Even though I love my family, at some point those actions can be toxic. It is the toxicity that concerns me. I love my family but at some point they hinder inspiration. They hinder creativity. They require space from you.

I love my family. I don’t always love their actions, nor do I need to be part of them.