I wore my 60-hour work weeks like they were a badge of honor. “I’m so busy,” was my war-cry and “hustle hard” was my mantra. I was determined to succeed… or die trying. Despite this, my bank account was empty. My social calendar was empty. But my coffee cup was full (but probably cold, because #busy).
I was anxious all the time and I invested all my love, attention, and care into my business… leaving nothing left over for me.
Which meant, before long, I had gained 30 pounds, put my ‘real life’ on the back-burner, and fell hard and fast into my first period of burnout.