Chapter 72

When people work against me and want to force me to do—or not do—something, I grit my teeth and do the opposite because it’s my nature to be contrary. I choose to ignore the inner voice that tells me maybe I should stop to listen, to better understand what’s inside me. I always have to demonstrate that I’m able to look after myself, that I’m strong enough to make difficult decisions, adult enough to fight for them. But when I finally get what I want, when whoever’s fighting with me admits defeat, the internal voice I previously tried to silence comes back and I finally start to listen to it.

The voice now whispering in my head is particularly convincing.8

It’s snowing. A lot. Here. And the hereI’m talking about isn’t Beverly Hills. Nor New York.