OK. So my name is not actually Eleanor… but let’s suspend our disbelief for a moment, shall we? The rest is the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth.
Once upon a time, there was girl named Eleanor. Eleanor, at age 30, had lived a long life and seen many interesting places and things, and worked over 52 jobs. No lie. And had she suffered ill effects from all this moving about? Not really. Oddly, she was considered very experienced in a wide variety of fields. And interesting. And continually increased her income until she found herself in a career one day. A high paying career. A career that she hated. Every day she woke up and got out of bed and went to her office and picked up her folders and produced what was asked of her and was overpaid and overeducated and hated every minute of it.
So, what did our heroine do? Not much so far. Let’s see where her adventures in figuring out life after thirty take her, shall we? Follow along….
“No, I have never wanted to be a man. I have often wanted to be more effective as a woman, but I have never felt that trousers would do the trick!”
Eleanor Roosevelt, If You Ask Me (1940)
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