For fifteen years, I dragged myself out of bed and put all my good thinking to use in the workplace advancing other people’s missions. Some I cared about deeply, others I could take or leave. I worked at five different places and eventually found myself in an executive position in spite of my best efforts to keep my head down and do a good job.
For the last five years or so, about the same time I started having kids, when I wasn’t in the office working, I was thinking about/texting about/emailing about/having phone calls about…working. I had my head down so far in my job, I pinched a nerve in my neck. Seriously. To say nothing of this phantom rash on my face, killer migraines, a hollow leg, an inappropriate dependency on chocolate chips, a very loud relationship with my kids (if I even noticed them), a marriage thriving like a Russian tundra, and a propensity to cry about everything, especially how much I cried about everything.