I Didn't Lose My Softness. I Learned Where It Belongs.

There was never a moment when she lost her softness.

But there were seasons when she placed it where it did not belong.

This reflective workbook was written for the woman who has carried much, loved deeply, and spent years wondering whether her tenderness was a liability rather than a gift. For the woman whose composure was mistaken for availability. For the woman who gave generously to spaces and people that consumed it without pause. For the woman who is done shrinking, done over-explaining...