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The one who was looking for plane tickets rather than a job
I just got back. I spent a month in Montreal on a work contract, closed a door, crossed an ocean, returned to France, and here I am, officially looking for a job again. Logically, one would think that…
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The one who always answered "it's fine"... even when it wasn't true
You know that girl. Maybe she's your colleague, the one who always arrives with a smile and answers "How are you?" before you've even finished your question. Maybe she's your best friend, the one who's always got it together…
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The one who missed some conversations
There are things you didn't say. Not for lack of words—you always had enough, often too many. Rather, for lack of timing, courage, or because you naively thought you would have…
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The one who decided to finally take her place
There's this strange moment in life when you wake up one morning and realize you've spent years making yourself small. Not physically, mind you. But internally. You said "yes" when you…
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The one who always had a plane ticket in the back of her mind
That urge to drop everything for a plane ticket, that tickles you sometimes, you know it? It pops up unexpectedly, in the middle of a dreary day, and whispers in your ear: "What if you took off far away from here…"
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The one with 10 resolutions… and 0 motivation
So tell me, how are your New Year's resolutions going? I bet you've pulled out your best notebook – the one with the gold cover that you bought thinking, "This year, I'm going to..."
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The one who heals herself with lists and lattes.
I could say I have a rich inner life, but the truth is, I mostly have far, far too many things on my mind. So, instead of silently burning out on my couch, I do what I know best…
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The one who survived Christmas… again
Let's be honest: you've never really liked Christmas. Not because you're "complicated," nor because you want to be original, but because this time of year, for you, has always had an intensity that goes far beyond the tinsel...
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The one who was going through the return flight syndrome
It's a strange moment, that moment when the plane leaves the tarmac, over there, and speeds into the sky towards "home." You look out the window, your heart a little heavy, and you think to yourself that you hate that word. Home. Like…
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The one who still lives with her childhood wounds
You think it's all behind you. You tell yourself you've grown up, that you've moved on. After all, you're not eight years old anymore, you have an adult life, responsibilities. You move forward, you keep going… And yet…
