On a recent holiday with my kids — one I scrambled to organise after a last-minute change of circumstance — I caught my reflection in a shop window. And I didn’t recognise the woman staring back. She looked like she was doing hard jail time.
I was so sad. I wanted to run away from that reflection and do better for my kids.
But here’s the truth: what I saw wasn’t failure. It was the cost of carrying everything on my own…
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