I forget that I’m a goddess. Almost instantly.
The moment I walk into the office, it’s gone. And even after I come home, the things people said there keep echoing in my head.
It’s not that I hate the company. But the woman I see in that office bathroom mirror — she doesn’t look much like a goddess.
And I know why. It’s because I depend on this place. If they let me go, my life would be in real trouble.
Working here is fine. That’s not the problem. The problem is the dependence — and I need to get out of it as soon as I can.
Which means building other sources of income. Not just one. A source that rises up from within me, like a spring that never runs dry.
Once I have that, I think the goddess will accelerate. Even sitting in the same office, there will be a kind of ease in me — room to breathe.
I don’t want savings, exactly. I want a spring. Something that keeps flowing on its own.