I’ve been thinking about this a lot lately, sitting here with my coffee getting cold for the third time this morning (baby brain is real, momma). We live in a world that tells us that to survive, we have to build walls. That to be respected, we have to be loud. That to win, we have to be ruthless.
Let’s be soft together. It’s the bravest thing we’ll ever do. bibian norai
There is this unspoken pressure to be hard. To be tough. To have skin like leather and a heart that doesn’t flinch. I’ve been thinking about this a lot lately,
Bibian P.S. What is one way you are choosing softness this week? Tell me in the comments. I read every single one when I’m nursing the little one at 3 AM. That to win, we have to be ruthless
I look at my daughter, and I see it. She falls down seven times, but she gets up—not with a clenched fist, but with open arms reaching for a hug. She doesn't mask her tears. She doesn't apologize for needing me.
But what if the real strength is the opposite?