I am lucky. I have the best job in the world. For me. I get to help people. I get to write about whatever I want. I get to teach others. I get to read articles “for work” about stuff I’m actually interested in. So, why did it take me so long to figure it out? The short answer is: I kept bailing on myself. I kept hitting the pause button. Life got in the way. I'd talk myself into trying to like a job that looked good on paper. I kept thinking if I found a job with enough of th

One of the things that makes me really sad is when I hear people say something like, “I’m looking at XYZ jobs because that’s what I’ve been doing, and it’s the only kind of job I can get.” I swear a little piece of me dies inside when I hear it. When we only pursue the job we think we can get, we cut ourselves off from considering other possibilities and alternative paths or solutions. We don’t even see opportunities when they present themselves. We stay in our safe, albeit u

This week I’ve had to come face-to-face with one of my “issues.” I’m a people pleaser, and it’s so ingrained in me that most of the time, I don’t even notice how much that desire to please others drives my actions. Here’s an example. Recently I’ve been frustrated that I don’t have more private clients. I got sober, for God’s sake. And I help people for a living. C’mon, Universe, that’s got to be a reason for new clients to turn up, right? I’ve been stewing about this all week