What would you do if you weren’t afraid?
Everything you want is on the other side of fear. Wow! great reminder. I relate with “That Woman”
When I was growing up, when I was a teenager and then in my twenties, I had an image in my mind, of a woman. She was a woman I could never become, because she was so much more sophisticated than I was. She was the sort of woman who walked around European cities, with a scarf wrapped around her neck. She negotiated her way in English and probably French and who knew what other languages. She was beautiful and accomplished: she had done things and she knew it, and out of that came her confidence, her ability to walk through strange cities with a mysterious smile on her face. Looking as though she belonged, wherever she was in the world.
Yeah, you hate her too, right?
Hate is the wrong word. I never hated her: what I did was envy her. I would have wanted to become her, except…
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