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I used to be a super-Type A personality — extremely driven, very ambitious, and unfailingly self-confident. I’m still very confident, but I’m no longer compelled by the need to accomplish a goal. There was a time when I was relentless in the pursuit of the next level (at work) and making more money. Now, the ambitions have miraculously disappeared!
Lest you think I’ve given up on life, it’s not that.
I’m just motivated by a different goal these days — a goal that’s no longer on the materialistic end of the success spectrum. But let me start at the beginning….
For as long as I can remember, I was a workaholic. I’d celebrate a job promotion for barely a day or two before pushing for the next one and the next one. Although making money was the obvious end-goal, it was the challenge of a new task, additional responsibilities, new ideas and projects, and so on, that drove me.
Then came a period of approximately seven and a half years, during which professional and personal challenges brought me to my knees.
I was in a blindspot from where I could see nothing beyond the pain, hurt, and anger that flooded my entire being.
A spiritual mentor encouraged me to write a journal and connect with the universe.
Writing, I understood…but “connect to the universe”, WTF was that?
I was a techie, an extremely left-brained individual. I prided myself on being analytical, logical, and detail-and-fact-oriented. The whole…
