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You’re in the middle of something — the same job, the same argument, the same Sunday-night dread, the same internal monologue about how “next year things will be different” — and a thought drops into ...
The woman sitting across from the doctor has rehearsed this. She’s been thinking about it for weeks and she’s finally saying the words out loud.
Somewhere in your head, there’s a woman who got it right.
Every Sunday night at about 7 PM, it starts. The slow tightening in your chest. The scroll through job listings you never apply to. The mental math — if I left now, could I survive six months without ...
Here’s a question that might sting: when was the last time you made something that had absolutely no purpose other than the fact that you wanted to make it?
There’s a moment in a meeting — you’re presenting, you’re prepared, you’ve done this a thousand times — and someone pushes back. Not aggressively. Just a question. A challenge. And something happens i...
Not in my car, muttering at traffic. Not under my breath after a passive-aggressive email from someone who peaked in 2003. Out loud. At full volume. To my own reflection, standing in my bathroom at 11...
She knows how to describe what's happening -- the flatness, the crying, the feeling of watching her own life from behind glass.
Somewhere in your head, there's a woman who got it right. She's not real, of course. But she feels real.
You're not lazy. You're not ungrateful. You're not "too old to start over." You're a woman who has outgrown a career that no longer fits.