Before the Academy
Golden handcuffs, and a journal full of empty.
Awake at seven and already being Slacked before the first coffee. Zooms from nine to six, then the actual work until nine at night. Promotions, better titles, more money — and, written in her own journal last July, the sentence that she had everything going for her and still felt completely empty.
What she was after
Stop making someone else's dreams come true.
Eight years spent building someone else's brand, and being praised for it. Every apartment she and her husband moved into, she'd redesigned. Every friend who moved, she'd helped. It took a journal and a coffee to notice which of those things she'd never once been paid for.