about me. And, it had been suffocating me, slowly.There were the frequent flyer questions. How will that look to everyone? What will they think of me?
Will people be upset? Without consciously recognizing it, I was living according to the creed that as long as I didn’t ruffle any feathers or make anyone unhappy then I was doing okay in life.
There was only one issue with that: I was miserable.This familiar feeling is aptly captured in Katy Perry’s song, Roar: “I used to bite my tongue and hold my breath scared to rock the boat and make a mess.
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