She stared blankly at the papers in front of her. Vacant eyes that seemed to be taking in the contents on the papers before her but nothing seemed to register.
How years of hard work led to this, where she no longer saw a way to move forward. Where her work was once her purpose, now she had nothing. Her passion for the next challenge had has dried up, because what could she do, now that she had already climbed to the top?
There was nothing here for her. Only a few weak strings that would not anchor her to this place, not strong enough to serve as the tether to keep her from drifting away.
Her gaze moved from the stark white papers lying on the brown table to the cream coloured wall opposite her. She had done nearly everything she had ever dreamed of, with the small exception of 'Don't think of it - it'll only hurt more' Even the eternal slumber seemed welcoming, for there was no one who could hold her. No one who would hold her. She was already passing her days as though through molasses. The things that had held her through the various trials and tribulations had become the thing that undid her.
Perhaps, taking in again the papers in her hands, a change in perspective was something she needed.