I am soft here, in this place of vulnerability. I am tender and open-hearted.

I like this place in myself that I am sinking into.

It scares me, and I have this need to control that keeps rising up in me in response to the fear. And that is okay.

I am not interested now in shoving any part of me aside. I want to hold space for all of it. This is not an easy thing for me to do. Sometimes, it is impossible. That is okay too.

I can feel my heart tonight and it is soft and sweet. I am glad for it. I like that I get to be tender too. I get to be all of the so many things I am. And be loved.