By this point, I’d already quit more stuff than most folks my age had even started - backpacking after a year, graduate degree, 2x PhD drop out - and a few career dips in, then out of both corporate america and the grand ole ivory tower of higher ed.
I desperately needed a fairy Godmother to Sankofa me out of this boring ass, living beneath my calling ass, mediocre ass life I was living...but how Sway?
Ooh - I know! Hire a business coach!
I mean that’s what was all the rage right about now right?
So that’s exactly what I did.
Except...my coach had less education than me. Like a LOT less.
But that’s okay! I mean - she had RESULTS under her belt!
Well she kinda, sorta had results...turns out all my coach’s “results” led both her AND me down this dank, dark and dirty alley they call Burnout Row.
But I’m no quitter! So I hired another one. And another one. And almost another one after that.
And well? Same dead ends. Burnout CIty.