I used to think
my softness was a shame
too many feelings
too easily overwhelmed
too slow to keep up
with a world that rushed

But now I know
my softness is survival
it notices the hush
before a storm of noise
it hears the heartbeat
of a tired sky
and smells the change
in morning light

Softness
is knowing when to rest
instead of push
it is choosing
care over comparison
peace over performance
presence over perfection

And when I soften into myself
I find
I was never too much
I ws simply too tender
for a world
that forgot how to feel.

Until next time – stay messy, mindful and magical. ✨

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