I want the gold, but what if I stopped exhausting myself from constant therapizing - reading all the self-help books and subscribing to every podcast on healing from narcissistic abuse?

What if instead of striving and continuing to run, I told my descendants about the leg of the journey that I traveled and prepared them for their own leg by making a nice pot roast for the road and loading up their backpacks with all of my favorite books?

What if I thanked myself for my work and trot around Olympic village without a medal around my neck, but with a big fat goofy smile on my face?

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