I was 31, the head of PR for a $750 billion financial services company, and I was making a six-figure salary. Then I gave it all up to teach yoga and write. It was as simple and terrifying as that.
For nearly 10 years, I slogged through brain-numbing, red-tape-filled, dismal days in an industry devoted to nothing more than the altar of making money. Because of this, I ended up leaving my financially lucrative, comfortable career because I felt like my soul was being eroded.
I felt like my soul was being eroded.
Because of the stress, I turned to yoga for solace. I’d run to class after work, late and stressed, jittery from too much coffee, and harried from another frantic day of putting out fires. Then I’d focus, breathe, and unwind for an hour-and-a-half, floating out calm and rejuvenated.
A wise voice inside of me said that I wasn’t doing what I should be doing. But I was too busy to listen. I had a career—and I told myself that was enough.
For a long time it kind of was. I’d grown up poor, living in hand-me-downs, constantly worrying about money. I was the first one in my family to go to college and I worked my way through. I majored in more-likely-to-get-a-job print communications, instead of my-heart-yearns-to-write-books English. I didn’t have the luxury of book-writing dreams. I had student-loan reality. Continue reading >>