But I inherited a problem. My name is Margaux and I'm a workaholic. Them: Hi Margaux. I ruined my marriage, I ruined my family relationships. Mostly because of the cult and some other problems I picked up along the way but somewhat because I can't stop myself. You have a problem? I'm always available. I'm working 16,000 hours a week? I'm going to do an MBA on top of that. I'm sure my current partner is just waiting to see what I do now that my MBA is over. All I really want to do is open a flower shop and write a book. Is it really going to matter if I have my name, comma, MBA on a flower shop business card? Nope.
I can't have kids so I feel insignificant. Instead I speak four languages and study and work all the time. I was talking to one of my friends last night. I was crying saying I was so tired. She has two kids. I'm sure she was like, okay Margaux whatever. I could tell you what tired is.
Wanna know a fun fact? I love orchids. Aren't they so pretty? Delicate. Not like me. But we do have something in common. Orchids are just a weed. Just some weed that we will pay big bucks for because they are beautiful. They are also the resurrection flower. All the flowers fall off. You think it's dead. It's not. Sometimes it's taken me ten months of taking care of one before it comes back to life.
Sometimes I take a long time to come back to life. Those times, Jay hides my sword. Dude, it's a small space I always know where the sword is. :)
Like my orchids I always come back. You can't ignore it when it looks like it died. You need to nurture it. Take care of it. Treat it delicately. Then eventually your weed becomes your favorite flower again.
Sullivan out.
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