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  • Like any job, mine has had its ups and downs. At different times I have been happy, bored, stressed out, furious, underutilized, fulfilled, proud, frustrated, inspired, disappointed and busy. And thirteen years in, I now have a career, which still seems odd to me.

    But lately, quiet signs have been all around me that I need to take a break. These signs whisper to me, "Focus on your true passion." In hushed tones they tell me, "It is time to feed your creative spirit." And through the noise of daily life, I am trying to listen to these subtle but persistent messages.

    I've begun to see myself in dreams. I am moving toward something. It is a strong pull toward a brightness that both covers and comes from me. I stand on the shoulders of those who love me, and I am lighter than an owl's feather. I am lifted up and up to become the girl I loved.

    Pulling the dream into the daylight, I still the gnaw of doubt.
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