It started with a lingering discontent. I had achieved everything that was supposed to make me happy: a healthy six figure income, a string of rapid promotions, a house in a hip neighborhood, a luxury car, a wedding date set with an amazing, similarly accomplished man and a bucket list that was 75% complete by my 35th birthday.
Yet, I wasn’t happy. I wasn’t energized by my work even though I believed my team was driving a turnaround. I lost control of my time and was mentally and physically exhausted. After a decade spent sitting in conference rooms around the world, I was tired of ineffective meetings that stripped teams of their passion and initiative. I sensed the same intolerance for corporate bullshit building in my own team and was quickly losing my drive to motivate them.
So, I took a break. I travelled. I started a family. I became a nicer person. I got bored.
I couldn’t stay away. I kept helping people solve problems. I realized there was a better way.