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Determination And Hope
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2025-08-28 00:01:23Isla
The walk home was longer than usual, though the blocks themselves had not changed. My mind raced, bouncing between excitement and terror. Horizon Outreach. Part-time project assistant. A foot in the door. A tiny foothold, but enough to feel like I was moving again.Sophie’s daycare loomed ahead, and I paused at the gate, watching the little circle of children waiting for their parents. I clutched my notebook tighter, the one I had scribbled in after meeting Anita. Every bullet point she had suggested for my resume hovered in my mind, every note about transferable skills repeating like a mantra: finance expertise, project management, multitasking, relationship-building, empathy.I had spent hours staring at my old resume last night, trying to update it without losing my voice. Six years away, they said. Six years running a home and motherhood. It felt like an eternity, but somehow the words began to take shape. I reminded myself to mention Wa
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