The Unfolding of Sarah

Previously

…The secret was out, or at least partially revealed. And instead of crumbling, Sarah felt a quiet strength bloom within her. She was Sarah, the driven businesswoman, the mother of a whirlwind daughter, the wife of a well-meaning husband, the reluctant caretaker of a mischievous cat. And now, she was also Sarah, the poet, the observer, the chronicler of the wonderfully absurd. The balance was still precarious, the juggling act far from perfect, but for the first time, it felt less like a struggle and more like a dance. A slightly clumsy, often hilarious, but ultimately beautiful dance. The office poem predicament had, ironically, been a very productive outcome.