Everyone has a breaking point.
Everyone.
For some reason, I thought I’d be exempt, but there are no exceptions.
My entire life, I’ve been pushed and groomed to be the best of the best.
Not only do I have a seat at the table, I sit at the head of the table.
I made the cover of Fortune magazine the year of my fortieth birthday.
And then, it all fell apart.
It happened on a Friday.