Back in 2006, I was living the ideal life according to what I believed were society’s standards. I had everything I was “supposed” to have. I finished college, got married, bought a home, had a stable job, yet I wasn’t truly happy.
I wasn’t working in the field I had my degree in - I was doing Medical Billing, which paid the bills, but I was miserable doing it. I felt like an automaton, a robot mindlessly processing medical claims day after day.
One of the things I dreaded the most was having to . . .Read More