The alarm clock made a gentle chiming sound, but to my ears it sounded like a freight train pulling into my bedroom. It can’t possibly be 5 am already, I thought. I feel like I just went to sleep. That’s probably because I had. Having stayed up until 2 am working on last minute reports and meeting preparations, I was under the gun.
I don’t mind doing this stuff, I thought to myself. In fact, I actually enjoy the planning and the inventing, it’s the day to day stuff that is sucking the life out of me.
I had always been a woman on a mission but when did that mission turn into something I lost my passion for many years ago?
Anytime I went down this line of thinking, wondering how I had wound up where I was and what else I could see happening in life only brought frustration and discontent. Dreaming seemed to make the days drag on endlessly. Ignoring it didn’t work either as each year slipped by and I was no closer to making those dreams real.
My lack of fulfillment wasn’t for a lack of trying. In fact, many would considered me a wild success. I ran a successful personal training studio that set the standard for others. Clients were raving about us. Employees were happy. Business was good.