The entity that is #Me

All her life, she’d been striving and striving to become this thing that was herself. The entity that was her.

And then, one morning, time had caught up with her and she had woken up and realized that she was there. She has arrived at your destination, and she had everything she’d worked so hard for.
She should have been thrilled. But instead she felt tired. Like all those things to belonged to someone else.

Lipstick Jungle – Candace Bushnell

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