Isn’t it ironic that being strong is a quality equated with living a dream life? It is true though, isn’t it? Being strrong enough to stand up to all the voices that tell you what is reasonable… strong enough to let yourself be naked in a sense, out on a limb, fully-invested…
That’s the kind of strong- not pulling all-nighters or working until you feel numb inside- that makes me monumentally happy. xoxo Dana
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