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There’s a beauty and a fear I have about the work I do in the world.
My work in the traditional definition of work: The Job.
My work as a mother: The Mom Job.
My work as a person: The Human Job.
The beauty comes in the dynamic ability to exist, simultaneously, as each of them. The fear comes from the false construct that my success in each of them is limited.