“ I believe that was my first 'adult' initiation into what I now know to be "soul".”
~ Nicole Barton
I remember the day it all came crashing down. I sobbed in the toilet at work - I'd had a drama over stock not coming in on time for the brand I managed, sales teams chasing me, customers angry, and I was drowning in spreadsheets up to my ears (which I *hated*), trying to sort it out. My head felt like it exploded, everything was fuzzy and I couldn't breathe.
At home life wasn't much less grey - I'd suffered with an infection after a minor op, my beloved granny had died, and I had just bought a house that needed so much renovation that myself and my then partner couldn't live in it, so we were up to our eyeballs in dust.
On top of that, just prior, I'd worked full time, whilst studying for my MBA *and* having a part time job.
You could say I was the kind of girl who had an "I can do anything" attitude; the kind that said "I can do anything, so let's just do it all - just pile it on my plate and I'll get to it." Which very often led to emotional meltdown as I realised that I had no boundaries and wasn't as robotic as I'd assumed.
I was the kind of girl who worked until 3am answering every email with perfectionist detail, double checking I'd signed my name correctly, or not misspelled someone's name on the email, in case they got upset.