When I was young, I created an image of a successful woman. To me, a successful career woman looks like this:
Smart suit, high heels, carefully coiffed hair, perfect make up, armed with the latest laptop and a Bottega Veneta handbag, driving a BMW. In a position where I will be meeting important people, closing sales and collecting high commissions.
I had all of that except the car (hate driving). But that wasn’t me. I wasn’t happy. Don’t get me wrong, I had awesome opportunities, met lots of important people, created a vast network, travel in style and doing a lot of things that others can only dreamt of (like having an entourage of army escorting me from the airport or playing hooky with the police commissioner. I’m grateful for those experiences because it made me realised that it wasn’t what I wanted. I was uncomfortable because I…
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