I want to be tough and tender for you. I want to be strong enough to shoulder your burden when it's too much for you alone to bear. I want to put aside all of the things that prevent me from being vulnerable with you so that you have access to the realest version of me. The barest, most stripped down version. I want to give you access to my exposed heart so you can watch it beat through the places where my skin is worn thinnest. I know I can trust you.
You, who inspire me so much. You punks and queers, you radicals and artists. You beautiful, brave soulds – full of coffee and hope, spreading your light to the places it seldom reaches. I want to be home and hearth for you when you've been away in the weary world for too long. I want to be the first bite of a steaming meal at a table of friends when you've been crammed into shops and offices and onto busses for long miles and days.
When it's hard – when the work is exhausting and stops being rewarding, I want to fill your depleated tank. I want you to know that you are important and needed. That you are vital and appreciated. No one will begrudge you your rest or question your feelings. Take a nap, read fiction for fun, spend time in the woods or in a steaming, fragrant bath. Take care, whatever that looks like for you. Take the time and space you need. Come back when you're ready. I'll miss you, and I'll be waiting for you to take the care you need. I can't wait to see you at your best.