This fella right here has a habit of telling me he loves me. Moons ago that would make me anxious, the protector inside me would rear up and I'd shut down emotionally to keep it all at bay. Not sure if that makes any sense to ya but what I've learned this season is that life is sweetest when your true self is driving. Not some notion of your family legacy, or your trauma, or your pain, but when you tell all that stuff to stand behind the line and let your true self drive then it's sweet. So sweet ☀️.