By the age of 30, I had done everything I was told would lead me to a happy life – study hard, graduate from a reputable University with a good degree, get a high paying job, find the love of my life, get married, have kids and a dog, and buy a house in the suburbs with an attached garage.

And… while grateful for everything I’d accomplished, I still wondered “what’s next?” I had a restlessness, a sense of unease, like I was missing some opportunity. Naturally, I assumed it meant I should accelerate even further in my career – that would bring me the bliss I craved!

So, I worked tirelessly to navigate the hierarchy at my organization, at a relatively rapid pace, until I hit a roadblock. I was so determined to overcome that roadblock that I sacrificed almost everything that was important to me: my family, my health, my relationships. And I was miserable. But I kept pushing through.

One morning I went to the dermatologist to do a routine-checkup, and uncovered a bald spot the size of a Coke can on the back of my head. I had no clue it was even there. This was a harsh signal to me that I had gone too far in trying to accomplish “success.”

This defining moment initiated a journey to redefine what REAL success actually meant to me, and that led me to realize that I wanted to truly enjoy my life — my husband, my kids, adventures, hobbies, travel — while also accomplishing goals and intentions along the way. It wasn’t worth all the stress, doing things I felt I needed to do to make others