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When I was a little girl, I wanted to be a news anchor, a fashion magazine editor, a Dallas Cowboy cheerleader and a Solid Gold Dancer.

(Yes – I’ve dated myself with the Solid Gold Dancer, and it’s debatable from my 1984 “big girl” outfit if I had fashion in my future! Lol)…

But, somehow along the way I adopted someone else’s dream of becoming an industrial engineer, a management consultant, a fast-rising “hypo” generating millions of dollars for a company, a real estate investor and other interesting (and not so interesting) roles.

Across over 15 years of searching, I trudged through life wondering, with a twinge of guilt, “There’s got to be something more than this. I hate this. I really think I hate this.”

With all the trophies and accolades, the promise and potential, I managed to amass stress-related chronic fatigue, all kinds of digestive problems, a mind & body that could not relax and a rack of “gratitude lists” for all the things I wanted to assure myself that I was grateful for.

I loved God, had a family that loved me, friends that accepted me, activities, service and adventures, but at the core was a gnawing spirit of discontentment. I went to the “best” school, made the “right” choices, worked for the “best” companies, yet as an old country song would say, “I was knee-deep in a river dying of thirst.” Read More.