As the sun sets on this Winter Solstice, I find myself reflecting on the sheer weight of leadership. To rule is to walk a tightrope between the ambitions of men and the unpredictable forces of the world. Some call us strong; others call us survivors. Personally, I just aim to be efficient. 🍷
Does anyone else feel that the air gets heavier when the seasons shift, or is it just the constant pressure of maintaining an Empire?