I woke up one day and realized I was not happy. I looked around my home office where the piles had fallen and everything in my personal world was caving in on me. I was a slave to that damn alarm clock. ‘Work’ was overwhelming me. Management in healthcare was where I had landed in life. But I was drowning in it. My purpose had been replaced by someone else’s purpose.
“I’m not happy if I’m not writing!”
My ‘job’ in management began to take over my life. And I would hear their excuses that it was just what everyone had to do. I didn’t buy that. Taking calls all day and night was ridiculous. I had very few mental breaks. I was heading for a real breakdown. Continue reading