I woke up and groaned. It was a Monday, again. My calendar was choc-a-bloc with meetings and presentations. I dragged myself out of bed, looked at the figure in the mirror, and started crying at the sight of the tired face with sunken eyes and slumped shoulders.Prestigious education degrees, dream campus placement followed by impressive lateral movements, and a high-profile corporate job with a seven-figure salary.
I was a successful professional by the world’s yardsticks. Yet I was crying like a loser in my bathroom.‘You haven’t slogged this long to spend your days on autopilot.
You have not come so far to not have time for family and friends,’ said a voice in my head. This time I didn’t silence it.I was disenchanted and disillusioned for the last few years of my corporate career.Read more on addicted2success.com