I get tired of being tough. In fact, over the last few years I gave it up. I want to be soft. I want to be sensitive. I want to wrap myself in the world like it’s a soft woolen blanket. I want to cry when I’m hurt, be hugged when I’m lonely and be sweet to strangers. But under all that softness, I know that I am tough. I’ve been to hell and back and bought the t-shirt. Knowing that I am tough gives me the freedom to be soft.
Let yourself bask in the knowledge that you are one tough cookie. It will make you all sweet on the inside.