This Is Your Soft Era

  This is your soft era. Live like your dreams aren’t up for debate.

There was a time when I thought softness meant weakness. That I had to tough it out, bite my tongue, stay ready, stay sharp, stay proving myself in everything I did in life.

But somewhere between my late thirties and now, something in me shifted. It didn’t announce itself. It whispered. It came like a slow wind, the kind that rustles your spirit before you even notice your body catching up.

And now? Now I know this one thing for sure: This is my soft era. Not because life has gotten easier. But because I’m learning to look at life a bit differently.

I’m not here to fight every battle. Not every call needs answering. Not every comment deserves a clapback. I don’t owe everyone my energy. I don’t need to explain what I’m building to people who don’t have the capacity to hold it.

I’ve been the woman who delayed her dreams waited for the timing to be right, the money to be lined up, the confidence to land first. I’ve paused ideas mid-breath. I’ve sat on dreams like secrets too fragile to touch. But not anymore. I’ve grown tired of chasing the wind of life.

Because now, I live like my dreams aren’t up for debate.

I dream out loud, in real-time. I speak things in rooms even when my voice shakes. I walk into spaces like they were waiting on me. I give myself permission before anyone else does. That’s softness, too not shrinking, not hiding, not performing — just showing up fully, on my own terms.

You don’t need to be hard to be powerful. You don’t need to carry it all to be worthy. And you absolutely don’t need permission to become what you already are.

If you’re a woman reading this especially if you’re 35, 40, 50, and beyond thinking it’s too late to shift, start over, or let go of the version of yourself you outgrew.

I want you to read this clearly:

Softness is not the opposite of strength.
It’s the evidence of it.

So lean into it. Let the world call you soft— and let that be enough. Let it be sacred. Let it be yours. Wear a moo moo alday if you want. Say no without a backstory. Write the thing. Do the thing. Rest without guilt. Dream again not quietly, not someday, but right now.

You’ve earned this softness.
And your dreams? They’re not up for debate anymore.

xo, Tangie