The Story

I’ve spent most of my life being put in boxes that never made sense to me.

The overachiever box.

The too ambitious box.

The accountant box.

The “not an accountant” box.

The mom box.

The “she’s good at this, so that must be who she is” box.

Or worse “she’s never done this, so she can’t possibly do that” box.

The “don’t outgrow the version of you we’re comfortable with” box.

The “be grateful and don’t want more” box.

The “but…you were supposed to do this” box.

Even if the box was partially correct, it never represented the entirety of who I was.