It’s 2 pm.
She’s in her pajamas. At least they are clean—not the pajamas from yesterday.
She knows that in order to grow, she has to explore beyond what is contained inside the cocoon of her home.
She has to think about others in a healthy way, and not obsess over their struggles. She wants to help, but can’t find a way—because her way is blocked by her own walls.
Everything beyond the cocoon is frightening.
What’s the worst that can happen?
Patience is not one of her virtues, but determination is.
It would have been easier if she had taken the solitary path of becoming a mountain woman.
Nobody would care if she smells.