Confession: I don’t think I am really a hard worker.
This might shock many of you, as for much of the last 15 years I worked upwards of 100 hours a week. But when everything finally crashed and burned almost exactly two years ago, I realized something about myself: I don’t like to work as much as I thought I did.
Let me explain…
I have been doing a lot of inner work on myself. Who am I? What do I really want? How did I end up here? Why, over twenty years ago, did I choose a relationship that was clearly not suitable for me? Am I not smart? Am I lazy? Is there something wrong with me?
Who am I?