In my past life, I was an award-winning copywriter and the only female SVP Creative Director at one of the biggest advertising agencies in Los Angeles. (Creating gazillion dollar commercials for Honda, Acura and the like.)
I was kinda like Don Draper from Madmen but without the suits, the cigarettes or the martinis.
It was the type of job I dreamed about in my 20’s. But in my 40’s, it felt like a prison sentence. The “real me” was silently screaming to get out.
Well, I got my chance at fifty, when I lost my big fat Execu-woman job. And began the long, scary journey to find myself again.
Along the way, I consulted for individuals and brands. And eventually, created my own brand of inspiration called Oh My Goddess. (Greeting cards, prints, a book and a blog.)
To the outside world, everything looked great. But inside, I still felt a deep sorrow.
My soul cried out make a real difference in the world. But I didn’t know what or how.
And every time I started to get some traction, I’d get sucked back into some very challenging family issues.
So, midway through my fifties, (tick-tick-tick), I worried that I was running out of time.
One day, I just sat in my backyard, stuck in muck of self-doubt and fear.
“Am I too old to make my deepest dreams come true?” I sobbed to the Universe, my dog, or anyone else who was listening.
“Please give me a sign.”
I went for a walk. And when I got home, I got a sign all right.