Tender

It’s late, and I need to sleep.

My heart has been tender, of late.

So tender, and I struggle beneath the weight of my own judgements and expectations of myself and life (as many of us do, I’m sure.)

Sleep will be good.

Rest.

Dreams.

And tomorrow will be a brand new darling day.

Sending all my love, sweet bloggy friends.

You are all so dear to me.

Thank you for walking beside me.

xx Brooke