Fifteen years ago I began my professional adventure. Within 5 years of finishing school, I had worked my way up the corporate ladder and had it made – a fabulous corporate design career, a partnership in my own firm and an impressive clientele of VIPs. I ate, slept and breathed design and loved every minute of it… or so I thought.
After a while I became exhausted, over caffeinated and longing for a life that I just couldn’t grasp in the path I was on. I packed it all in and began my quest for a new existence. Enter gorgeous hubby, two incredible kids and a perfect pooch. Family life had made me complete… or so I thought.
Every afternoon, during the school year, I find myself sitting on the sidelines of my kid’s life. It’s a place I find myself often. I don’t consider this position my station in life, but rather the place where I have the privilege of witnessing my children discovering themselves and their own lives as independent people.
Today I find myself on the wooden benches of the local gymnastics club. It’s not my first time. As I sit here watching the children valiantly swing from ropes, assertively scale the beam and throw themselves relentlessly into the foam pit that I realize…some of the most basic principles of business were learned as a child.