My dragon was my dad, and a very fierce one. His fire: making me the smallest person on earth. He had a knack for it — a knack for spitting that fire — and I wasn't the only one that got in its domineering way...
But I've conquered my dragon, its flames can no longer hurt me.
Leaving the business was a big part of that. Bigger, though, is when we occasionally see each other: It seems as if the dragon is nothing but a little lizard...
I could have written this post. Thank you so much for this blog. It has been encouraging and validating.
ReplyDeleteYou are welcome, Stephanie! Please feel free to reach out by email: theleaver@leavingthefamilybusiness.com
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