“The hanged man.”
“What does that mean?
She looked up at her through eyes made lazy with heavy make up. “It’s not quite what you think it is. You simply need to let something go. What are you holding on to Megan?”
Her job. Her habits. Her relationships.
The past.
“Nothing. Well, I mean, not much.”
The silence grew along with her discomfort.
“Control. I have to control everything.”
A nod.
“Let’s start small. Take a deep breath.”
Sixty seconds passed.
“Let it go. There. You’ve begun. So Megan. What’s next?”
Possibilities opened up before her like a kaleidoscope.
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