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Don't Let me Fall

don't let me fall

By Tza Fire Published 3 years ago 3 min read
Don't Let me Fall
Photo by Ricardo Gomez Angel on Unsplash

As the sun rose over the horizon, casting a warm glow over the city, Rachel stirred from her sleep. She groggily sat up, rubbing her eyes as she tried to shake off the remnants of the dream that had been haunting her all night.

She had been standing on the edge of a cliff, the wind whipping through her hair as she gazed out at the vast expanse of the ocean below. It had been a beautiful, peaceful scene, but then the ground beneath her feet had started to crumble, and she had felt herself falling, tumbling towards the water far below.

Rachel shuddered at the memory and swung her legs out of bed, determined to shake off the feeling of unease that had settled over her. She had a big day ahead of her, and she couldn't afford to let her nerves get the better of her.

She showered and dressed, taking care to select her most professional outfit. Today was the day of her big presentation at work, and she wanted to make sure she looked the part. As she headed out the door, she couldn't help but feel a sense of nervous excitement.

This was her chance to prove herself, to show her boss and coworkers that she was more than just a talented designer, but a leader as well. She had poured her heart and soul into this project, and she was determined to make it a success.

The drive to the office was a blur as Rachel went over her notes one last time, trying to anticipate any questions or concerns that might come up. She knew she was well-prepared, but she couldn't shake the feeling that something was going to go wrong.

As she stepped off the elevator and headed towards the conference room, she could feel her palms starting to sweat. She took a deep breath, trying to calm her nerves, and stepped through the door.

To her surprise, the conference room was empty, save for her boss, who was sitting at the head of the table, his arms crossed over his chest. Rachel's heart sank as she realized that something was definitely wrong.

"Rachel, we need to talk," her boss said gravely. "I'm sorry, but the project has been put on hold. The budget just isn't there to support it."

Rachel's heart felt like it was breaking as she listened to her boss's words. All of her hard work, all of her dedication, had been for nothing. She couldn't believe it.

As she walked back to her desk, her head spinning, she couldn't help but feel like she was falling all over again. All of her dreams, all of her plans, had been shattered in an instant.

But as she sat down at her desk, something inside of her stirred. She wasn't the type to give up easily, and she wasn't going to let this setback defeat her. She was going to find a way to make this project a success, no matter what.

Over the next few weeks, Rachel poured all of her energy into finding a solution. She reached out to potential investors, worked tirelessly to find ways to trim the budget, and refused to let anyone tell her that it was impossible.

And slowly but surely, things started to turn around. The project was back on track, and Rachel was hailed as a hero for her tireless efforts.

As she stood at the podium, presenting her project to a packed conference room, Rachel couldn't help but feel a sense of pride and accomplishment. She had faced her fears and doubts, and she had come out on top.

As the applause died down and she stepped off the stage, Rachel knew that no matter what challenges life might throw

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