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This journal entry is crafted in such a manner that it tells the tale of all of us broken and exhausted overachievers, without ever using the word. Some of us from outside pressure, some from inside. We are shamed for wanting to slow down.

I find myself fighting a daily battle of just wanting to a hippie rock painter, so that my granddaughter can watch me grow old with long, grey braids and a bicycle with a basket.

Then there is the fighter that I want her to watch, as I continue to fight and make sure I leave space for her to make sure she handles corporate contracts like I do.

We should have never had to choose.

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