Patience

Previously

…The path ahead was still uncertain. The echoes of her past life, the expectations of her family, would undoubtedly resurface. But Eleanor no longer felt like a fragile bloom bending to every passing breeze. She felt like a strong, rooted tree, her branches reaching towards the sun, her leaves rustling with the music of her own making. She had found a new palette, a new canvas, and a new understanding of her own vibrant, courageous spirit. The world, once painted in shades of grey and muted tones, was now alive with the brilliant, uninhibited colors of her own brave heart.