Only you get to decide when you’ve made it. Not your mother. Not your ex. Not your high school nemesis who now sells collagen on Facebook. Because the dream isn’t out there somewhere in the glittery future. It’s you—right now. Living in the middle of a life that’s a little messy, a little magical, and entirely yours. It turns out that the thing you want is not fame, adoration, or a thigh gap. It’s having nothing left to prove. Not glamorous. Not Instagrammable. But finally, beautifully, undeniably free.
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