To say that most of our twenties haven’t gone exactly as planned is probably the understatement of the decade.
Because that night came for us all. When we fell asleep holding our tidy-little-lives like a Teddy Bear, our plans tucked under our pillows like teeth ready to be cashed in.
Little did we know (how could we?), Santa Clause and the Tooth Fairy had an elicit night together, creating an evil love child whose one goal was to steal our dreams and goals. Success, that trickster, leapt across our dreams like the sugar plumb fairy, and we were jolted awake at 2 a.m. with a great recession and the life we were so sure we would have was stolen from under our pillows and lit on fire. Crazy, I know… But it happened. So what Now?
What do we do when everything we were taught, told, and trained became a heaping load of fiery crap for most of us?