I lived on one of the most exclusive streets in Hermosa Beach, half a block from the ocean. My kids were in private school. I was living the American Dream. I had made it!
Yet, I was miserable. (I know, queue the tiny violin, right?)
But, really ... I was trapped.
My income relied on me showing up in a way that was out of alignment with who I really was and how I wanted to be in the world.
My relationship with my kids was growing more and more disconnected.
They were 7 and 10 - the ages at which I had promised myself I would stop working so much and be their mom.
But I couldn‘t stop because my businesses (and my income, my reputation, my life) would crumble if I did.