I was working as a Communication & Learning Consultant for one of the best management consulting firms in the country. But despite a six-figure salary and an abundance of reward points, traveling weekly to client locations across the US and Canada, left me feeling burned out, unhappy and unfulfilled.
Sure, I was a rockstar at helping my clients like Johnson & Johnson and the U.S. Navy, increase awareness about their programs, services, and initiatives. I was good at helping managers and executives communicate their ideas clearly to audiences around the world.
But the reality is, my ladder of success was placed in the wrong building. I spent the bulk of my life alone in hotels and airports and working 80 hour work weeks.
In fact, for most of my life, I lived by someone else’s rules for success.“Go to school, get a good job with a pension plan, buy a house, work for 30 years and then retire.”~My loving parents
As a child, my mom and dad taught me the rules of success that their parents taught them: [College Degree + Good city/state job with pension plan + Mortgage + Marriage = HAPPINESS and SUCCESS.]
But what were the characteristics of a good job? Sixty-Five hour work weeks, two weeks vacation, and 5 days of sick time? Surely there had to be more to life? How did having a "good job" supposed to feel? Because cubicle life left me in tears and depressed–daily. I tried several other “good” jobs and I was fed up and miserable with the “good” life that had been sold to me as the epitome of success.
Never in a million years, did I believe I had the power to create my own rules for success. Not one person in my family was an entrepreneur, so I didn’t have a blueprint.
But here's the thing, I was competing for a promotion just to impress my family with a CEO title, a six-figure salary, and the perks (e.g., luxury car, a house) that came with it. Ultimately, the cost to stay unhappy was more than the price to leave.
So in 2012, I finally got tired of my BS.
By the way, BS stands for your "Belief System", the lies and excuses you tell yourself for why something can’t happen.
Anywho, I became a girl on the run from anything that resembled a cubicle farm and a 2-3 week vacation policy.