I’d built seven businesses and counting. I had money in the bank, I’d done big things; I knew I could do bigger things, but something was missing. I’d already done all the things I was supposed to, minus the failure of my first marriage. I was hellbent on becoming successful; hellbent on raising my child with all the things I hadn’t had, so I worked and I worked hard.

I built things.
Diversified revenue streams [check]
Created residual income [check]
Created passive income [check]
Empowered others [check]
Built a network [check]
Invested for the future [check]
Booked the expensive family vacation [check]

I did it all with blinders on. I put them there because I thought they were necessary. I had to ward off everything that didn’t move me forward toward my professional and financial goals. It worked. I was successful. Before I knew it, ten years had passed, two more children, and things had settled. I was tired and wanted to take the blinders off because I wasn’t at a point in my life where I needed that intense focus anymore. I needed a break, and the work I had done up until that point carried us financially.

I had the time and space to look up, so I did.

I asked myself, “Is this it? Shouldn’t I feel something more?”

What if every time we have an achievement we are still unfulfilled? What if the partner we find, the success we drive for, and the joy we expect still leaves us empty inside? What if we discover that no matter what we have and no matter what we accomplish, we will never be happy? It’s the life of quiet desperation that Henry David Thoreau identified. And is the unnecessary journey of countless women. This book fixes it.

Raised in a society of expected accomplishment - be an amazing mom, be an extraordinary partner, be an incredible executive - women have lost the one thing that will ever truly fulfill them: self-love.