Have you ever been headed towards “one of those” birthdays, the age where you start to question yourself by measuring where you fell short? We all have, you instantly call the Dr. for Botox, spend a fortune at every beauty supply store from here to tomorrow!
SOS mission critical – time for a hard-core self-analysis of my personal and career gains to find a reason to celebrate. Something, anything or the woe is me, plan B, a 365-day pity party (filled with calls to ex-boyfriends, retail therapy, unshaven legs, lot’s of wine and a ton a complaining).
Six months before “that” birthday, an associate begged me to write a book about how I use my humor and heart to win over others in business. With my unique, quirky, neurotic nature (think love child from Amy Schumer and Larry David), and my Lucille Ball shenanigans – how hard can it be?
Three years later and a ton of soul searching, I was reminded I was a winner, not a loser. So I didn’t accomplish everything, like oops, I forgot to get married and have kids but did give birth to a 2 ½ lb. book, 300 pages long.
A published author, this is my birthday gift! Now my family can run around and brag about me (or we can all hide under a rock)!