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We recently received a message from a woman who said she didn’t expect retirement to feel so quiet.
For more than thirty years, she had a title, a schedule, and a way of carrying herself that matched both.
This is her story about what happened when that role ended—and how a simple haircut helped her understand who she was without it.
For most of my adult life, people knew me as “the boss.”
I worked in the same company for over thirty years. I moved up slowly. I learned how to speak clearly, walk quickly, and never hesitate in meetings. My appearance became part of that image.
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