By Rachel Simmons — 2014
The rewards that come with celebrating my girl’s rich character have given me permission to see the fullness of my own.
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CLEAR ALL
A few months and many deaths ago, I woke up exhausted, again. Every morning, I felt like I was rebuilding myself from the ground up. Waking up was hard. Getting to my desk to write was hard. Taking care of my body was hard. Remembering the point of it all was hard.