Maintenance is not sex
Maintenance isn’t romance. It’s placement. I don’t clear him because I owe him. I clear him because I built this house. And I keep it flowing.
Stewardship is not softness. It’s responsibility. You hold the system. You don’t defer. You don’t collapse. You tend the man, the house, the space; because it’s yours. Stewardship is the quiet power behind placement, tuning, and command. You maintain the rhythm that keeps him clear, orbiting, whole, and complete.
Maintenance isn’t romance. It’s placement. I don’t clear him because I owe him. I clear him because I built this house. And I keep it flowing.