Before I became a mother, I thought ambition meant saying yes.

Yes to another assignment, even if the pay was mediocre. Yes to the meeting that probably could have been an email. Yes to the opportunity that sounded impressive, even when it wasn’t especially interesting. I wanted the byline, the invitation, the proof that I was moving forward.

My calendar was full, and I rarely stopped to ask whether the work itself was worth my time.

Then, in the terrifying early days of the pandemic, I became a mother.

Everything felt frightening and surreal. I was exhausted, overwhelmed, and suddenly responsible for keeping a tiny human alive during a global…

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