In my first attempt at fiction, Riley walked away from a career that looked impressive from the outside.

Skilled. Respected. Desired. 

Completely wrong for her.

It took her until her late 50s to admit that.

Admitting was the hardest part.

Everything after that was just figuring out what came next.

Too many women I know have a version of Riley’s story.

The part they’re stuck on is usually admitting the past does not fit.