A Love Letter To Burnt-Out Women Who Can’t Seem To Stop I used to wear “busy” like it was Chanel. You know what I mean. That proud little tug at the end…

A Love Letter To Burnt-Out Women Who Can’t Seem To Stop I used to wear “busy” like it was Chanel. You know what I mean. That proud little tug at the end…
She did not arrive all at once. There was no spotlight, no chorus swelling in celebration. Just a morning like any other— except quieter. And in the quiet, a woman remembered that…