tough

Sometimes I need to be a “tough” person.
It’s uncomfortable.
It’s uncomfortable for those I need to be tough with.
It’s uncomfortable for me.

I hear myself defending being tough.
I defend it to myself, I defend it to others.

Then I question, why do I need to defend myself?

There is nothing wrong with being strong and firm.

There is no need to justify it, to others or myself.

Sometimes it is necessary.
Therefore it is a good thing.


I need to accept this in myself. I can accept this about myself.