Discovering-the-reasons-I-choose-to-work
Six years ago wasn’t that long ago but everything has changed. When I remember her, I don’t think of how perfect she was, because she was anything but. But, she had freedom in her choices and life was so beautifully simple. So this in-between I’m living in, is that forever?
The thirteen year old in that car knew exactly what I’d become, and at the root of it was being something that pleased someone else. Is that really any way to live?
To ask the person going through the hard-thing to also come up with ways everyone else should help them feels like another item on their list of hard that they have to manage.
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