She had always believed it was mortal weakness to let a man take control from her, but if someone else would take the wheel, she could be a passenger. What would that be like? Watch a sunset; read a book; paint her nails. She’d be able to see, hear, smell, feel the world around her for once. She could stop, she could rest, she could heal. Is that not strength too?
Five years after leaving my career, I am starting to understand the strength it takes to rest. To let go.
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