I’m here to tell you – you work, you pay tax, maybe you look after dependents, you recycle, you help friends and strangers, you feed the birds and you pick up litter when you come across it. You are divinely entitled to set time aside for yourself.
For god’s sake, we sell our lives to the capitalist machine, largely unconsciously, don’t let it have your soul’s voice too. Hold that shit close and dear. Nurture it.
To me, a decade later, Nuala remains one of the most unapologetic beacons of living I have ever crossed paths with. She represents a life lived. An example of our innate power surfaced. The epitome of a nasty woman.