Burnout, Joy, and the Business of Rebuilding a Life That Fits

A few years ago, I was parked in 2010 alien green Kia Soul, sitting in a ferry line, crying. I had picked up my daughter from school and she was curled up in the back seat with an anxiety-induced stomachache, and I was on my way to give a keynote in Seattle. I had to go, we needed new business so I could our bills and make payroll. She was miserable. It was an unwinnable situation. 

And in that moment, I thought, this is the last time I’m going to do this.

​That Kia was my breaking point on wheels.

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