When I was 28 I came home to find my fiance crying in the kitchen holding her engagement ring letting me know it was over.
The truth is… I was a horrible partner.
I unapologetically worked 100 hours a week using the justification that I was doing it all for her and our life ahead of us.
It was complete *bullshit*.
No one had asked me to sacrifice those hours… and if I was being honest, I knew it was just my way of escaping the fact that I felt a lot of “lacking” in my life.
Even though that moment shook me to my core, I learned a long time ago that rock bottom is a beautiful place to start.
So I went on a journey… Read More