i used to think i had to be strong all the time.
like, strong meant pushing through, being productive, getting things done, keeping it all together.
but i’m seeing it differently now.
living here in the jungle… it’s teaching me that softness is actually a kind of strength too.
nature is soft, you know? the leaves, the water, the way the wind moves.
but it’s also powerful as hell.
storms come and go, and she doesn’t need to explain herself.
she just is.
so lately, i’ve been letting myself be soft.
like really soft—feeling things when they come, saying no when i mean it, not rushing to fix everything.
and it’s not always easy. it feels unfamiliar.
but damn, it’s honest.
it feels like love.
soft is a skill.
i’m learning it.
one breath, one boundary, one slow morning at a time.