In 1990, I was the Vice President of Sales for a rather glamorous $25M clothing company. I lived the ‘right life’: I wore the right clothes, ate at the right restaurants, worked out at the right club, owned an apartment in the right neighborhood and made more money than I knew how to spend.
One day I asked myself, “Just how much money will it take for me to forget how much I hate my life?” If I was doing everything ‘right,’ why did everything feel so wrong?
The problem? This wasn’t my life I was living; it was the life I was taught I should want.
One night I found myself on the upper level of the George Washington Bridge—I was either going to end my life or change it. The choice was mine.
In hindsight, the bridge was a both a literal and figurative metaphor—I wanted to toss out my old, disingenuous life and discover my new and authentic one.
At some point everyone has a bridge to cross, a mind to change, a transformation to pursue. My job is to help you do that; to help you go from ‘here to there’ and from ‘now to next’, even if you don’t know where ‘there’ or ‘next’ is.