The last time I was on the bathroom floor I was 34 years old. I just quit my corporate job at one of the largest global healthcare IT companies in the world, my marriage was a wreck of epic proportions and my children knew me as the last mom to pick them up from daycare.
One hot August afternoon, I turned in my laptop, badge and one of the last identities holding my fragile ego together: corporate career woman.
As I packed up what felt like my entire life into a small cardboard box, I silently thought: Wasn’t it supposed to be so much better than this?
Then I drove home while ugly crying and wondering if changing my hair color would make me feel any better (spoiler alert: it didn’t)
When I made it home I took a really hot shower, got my PJS on and sat on the bathroom floor for an un-mentionable amount of time.
The bathroom floor was the most beautiful place to ever find me.
OR, MAYBE I FOUND IT
Have you ever felt like you’re living someone else’s life? Maybe you’re so committed, turning back feels impossible now? Perhaps you’ve struggled knowing what brings you joy because you’ve been living for everyone else.
I GET IT