I did not change my mind simply to spare him the consequences of his actions.
For the first time in thirty-two years, I was choosing a path based on what I believed was right for me, rather than what would keep everyone else comfortable.
And that was the real turning point.
Not the job.
Not the qualifications.
Not the moment Richard read the praise from my client.
The turning point was the day I stopped treating my own life as something I needed permission to have.
