Sometimes I hate that my hands shake when I do hard things– say hard things.
I understand it’s because I am inherently soft.
Maybe, sometimes, I regret the softness? Not so much regret?
Am annoyed by it’s constant hovering.
Having said this, I am reminded that I am the soft girl, who does the hard things, even while her hands are shaking.
That is more than enough for me.
30-something Mississippi queer. Bleeding heart with a soft spot for honesty and oversharing. Conquering corporate America and my own insecurities– one day at a time.