We live in a world that moves so fast. In the blink of an eye the days, turn into months, and the months turn into years. We women rush around trying to keep a zillion balls up in the air and we actually get upset when one or two of them fall.
We are adored for how strong we are so we do stronger better than anyone else. We keep it all together professionally while slowly feeling like ugggghh do I really want to do this all of the time. We push ourselves beyond limits, we tell the world there is nothing we can't do.
I can't tell you how many times I've been told how strong I am. In my usual way I smile. Strong is who I am, and strong is who I have to be to survive. However every once and a while, I don't want to be that woman. I want to not be strong, I want to take off the armor and to just be needed and loved. When the weeks get long and tumultuous these are the things I dream of. Just a little love ❤️.