They all knew it before I did. Friends are annoying like that– they often spot your garbage before you even smell the stink. Truthfully, I probably saw it, too. But admitting it would surely send me into a tailspin of confusion and dejection, and I didn’t want to visit that dusty wasteland again.
But there they were, three women who know me well, who listened patiently as I vented my frustrations and hang-ups, and who could read between the lines of my story. In just under five minutes, the truth became painfully obvious: I was doing the wrong thing with my life. Again.
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