Awww…but see, you’re so not hard. That’s what makes you courageous. That is what makes you amazing. That is why people hear what you say and they identify.

Grace under pressure. And the ability to walk through the fire and emerge still a tender soul.

Yes. You are tough. You’re tough in that you are able to withstand an immeasurable amount of STUFF…without letting it flatten you.

But your soul, she is tender. And beautiful. And wise.

You could have been destroyed, but you weren’t. And you could have evaded destruction by building walls and erecting fortresses and growing armor, but you didn’t.

You stood tall, and you refused to let anything leach the light from you, and instead of becoming hard, your heart grew softer and steadier and you made the choice to be a healer, when it would have been so easy to become the opposite.

Honey badger. ❤

I still don’t know what I want to be when I grow up, but I know I want it to be spelled right and punctuated correctly. I guess that’s something.

I still don’t know what I want to be when I grow up, but I know I want it to be spelled right and punctuated correctly. I guess that’s something.