One Last Shot (Frozen Hearts, #3)

by Julia Connors

She grabs my hand the minute I sit down, and I give it three little squeezes which has her face lighting up. She gives me three little squeezes back. I. Love. You. She just taught me that last night—it was something she used to do with her mother,

I thought this was just a thing my hubby and I did, but it was so dang cute to know other people out there do it too.

“Well, you know how we didn’t see each other for years and years? It’s hard to stay best friends with someone you never see. But we’re old friends, anyway.”

you can have anything you want, you just can’t have everything.

Could I have been more successful as an actress, taken on more movies or earned even more awards if I hadn’t had two kids? Probably. But what would I have given up? A husband that supports me in everything I do, and kids that bring me immense love and joy? So I’d have been more successful in my career, but how meaningful would that be if I didn’t have people that love me unconditionally to support me and celebrate with me? For me, having a family isn’t sacrificing the work, it’s what makes the work worthwhile.

We always hear that you should surround yourself with people who love you and will lift you up. Who b...

The ultimate feminist,” I repeat her sentiment, “is someone who unapologetically goes after the life she wants, someone who has chosen her own happiness over anyone else’s expectations.”

“I’d say that if you come to a crossroads like that and you don’t listen to your heart, if you don’t shift course, then you’re back to what we were talking about at the beginning of this conversation—working toward someone else’s goals. People change, they evolve, and their goals do too. If you’re someone”—she looks off past my left shoulder, directly at the camera—“who is stuck working toward goals some previous version of you wanted, when what you now want is actually something else, then you’re not being true to yourself.”