I'm 44. Driven. Ambitious. And killing it at work. But...I'm utterly exhausted. Stepping away from my structured and successful life-for my first solo trip-rips open the truth.
A quiet unease. Questions I can't shake.
For the first time, I'm not managing anyone else's expectations but my own and I must confront a burning question: whose future have I been building all along?
If "Eat. Pray. Love." and "Waiting to Exhale" came together for a book, this would be it.