Over the last few days, I’ve felt something stirring. Not quite a gut-punch emotion, not something heavy, but just enough to bring a gentle burn to my eyes. The kind of feeling where tears gather but don’t fall. It wasn’t sadness, not really. In fact, there were a few moments of good news, personal wins. But I didn’t fully let myself feel them. I held it in. Maybe out of habit, maybe out of fear that leaning in too much would make it all too real.

This space, that quiet tension between feeling and expressing, is familiar. It lives in the space between steps. The pause before acceptance. The hesitation before growth. And I want to move through it. I want to take that space and turn it into a step. To mark this moment as the one where I let myself fully feel without holding back. Where I stop apologizing for my emotions. Where I welcome them, no matter what they bring.

It hasn’t been a dramatic few days. Nothing groundbreaking. Just… a slow unfolding. But I’ve noticed it. And alongside that, I’ve noticed something else.

Each morning lately, I’ve spotted dew drops scattered across the grass. Tiny glimmers catching the early light. They’ve made me stop. Breathe. They’ve reminded me of beauty in simplicity, in stillness.

Dew forms when the air cools overnight and the world is quiet. It’s a result of softness meeting stillness. Moisture gathering and resting until the morning light reveals it. And maybe that’s exactly what emotions are sometimes, gentle truths that collect when we’ve slowed down enough to feel them. Evidence of what’s been held and what’s ready to be seen.

Those dew drops reminded me that it’s okay to let emotion surface. Just like the grass doesn’t resist the dew, maybe I shouldn’t resist what rises in me either. Whether it’s joy or sorrow or something unnamed, it’s all valid. It’s all part of being human.

And maybe that’s something we all need to hold a little closer.
It’s okay to show emotion. It’s okay to feel. Really feel.