At the age of 30, my life looked to others like “the picture of success” ― an enviable career, lots of friends, and a great marriage. But on the inside I was hurting badly.
On top of this, I was in a job where I was working 60-100 hours per week, travelling 80% of my time, being so exhausted when I came home that there was no energy left.
My emotional life was a mess, strained to its limit.
Now, I was brought up in a demanding family … and all my life I had been driven by other people’s high expectations. I was sent away to boarding school at the tender age of 12.
The decision, of course, was not mine ― and I was totally homesick, crying myself to sleep the first night.
By the time my parents visited at mid-term, I had made up my mind to go home, and was waiting for them with my bags already packed. But my father ruled that I was to stay. The last thing he said was, “If you accomplish this, you will be able to accomplish anything in life.” So I ...