After I stepped off the corporate ladder, I spent a year at home. It was a year of wearing a lot of pajama bottoms, pushing my newborn daughter around in our red stroller in the suburbs of Denver — and a year of spiritual discovery. I was burned out. I was bitter. I had tried to think my way out of things, but it wasn’t working. I had just spent tw…
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