I grew up watching my parents work incredibly hard every single day to create opportunities for me and my brother that they didn't have. Seeing them overriding their nervous systems. Slogging it out in toxic work environments, getting up at 4am, working ten-hour days, six days a week, sacrificing everything, decade after decade because the only way to make progress in this life is "work hard... and then work even harder".

Maybe you witnessed a version of this too?

With this kind of modeling, it’s no surprise that I have a deeply internalized belief that I need to hustle for my safety and self-worth. 

In my early twenties, I began working in the corporate world. Innately I was driven to try and work harder than anyone else, especially my male counterparts. This approach quickly got noticed by the executive team. Six short years later I was reporting directly to the CEO, with the fancy title and six-figure salary... Proof! I made it!

But I was stressed, anxious and disconnected...