I lay awake at night feeling unsure of who I had become, where I was heading and what mattered most.

I was working for someone else's deadlines, accepting "busy" to be my new status symbol and, allowing money to dictate what joy and adventure I had.

I was letting myself and my family down because of the boundaries I couldn't uphold.  Not to mention putting what made me happy, on hold.

For some reason I thought that If I just kept giving to others and trying to help them with their problems, this might make me feel better.

But It didn’t.

I guess I knew deep down that I was searching for something, I just didn’t know what.

I tried talking to a psychologist, a counsellor and I even tried reaching out to God. None of those options were the right fit and so, I stopped searching.

Luckily it was my husband who “woke us up” to the unfulfilling lives we were living. He knew that having a good paying job and a house to call a home, wasn’t enough. He knew there was more within both of us to explore.