The most clarifying moment of my career happened on a toilet.
Parents dying. Divorce. Flipping corporate the bird. A boob job that turned into breast cancer.
All of it was a b*tch. I'm still standing.
You've probably got your own version of f*ckery. The question isn't whether it happens. It's whether it becomes who you are.
Pants around my ankles, hiding from the world, when a C-suite full of executives called to discuss my proposal. I answered. I muted, got my life together, and nailed it.
That moment didn't just teach me I was capable. It taught me I was capable and miserable. Turns out those two things can exist at the same time for a very long time before you do anything about it.
The Career Sh*t
Sixteen years in healthcare — sterile processing, medical sales, business ownership. I built a career that worked. I was dependable, competent, recognized. I also slowly built a cage out of all of it without realizing it until I was already inside.
I left corporate, built something on my own terms, and I'm still figuring out what that actually means. (Both things. At the same time. It's a lot.)
The book is called How to Be Corporate with Your Pants Down. It's a memoir about the cage nobody warns you about — the one you build yourself out of competence, ambition, and being really good at the wrong thing.
If you just felt something reading that, pull up a chair.
