I'm calling B.S. on burnout!
I worked my butt off to get into Stanford. Then I worked my butt off to get two engineering degrees. And by the time I was 29 I was earning six-figures as an executive at a Fortune 500 company. I crushed every single one of my goals.
And in the process, I crushed my soul.
It turned out that achievement wasn’t the path to my healthiest life. In fact, I had known this for a while.
In high school and college I silently suffered from anxiety.
My junior and senior years of college I secretly battled symptoms of depression.
It took two traumas in my mid-twenties to feel like I had permission to take a step back, re-prioritize, and design a life that honored my ambition AND my mental, emotional, physical, and spiritual wellbeing. THESE SHOULD NOT BE MUTUALLY EXCLUSIVE!
So on my 29th birthday I launched a program I had been directing, gave my notice, and quit my job with no backup plan.
I spent my life’s savings on yoga, therapy, coaching, meditation, and healing.
Then I spent what was left on training to become a yoga teacher, meditation guide, and life coach.
Finally, I ran out of money. So I built a business aimed at helping high-performers, overachievers, and business owners manage their stress, prioritize their self-care, and learn how to selfishly protect their health so that they can continue to do the work that they love.
The KD Co. is a coaching and technology company determined to change the way the world works and lives by making chronic stress uncool and strategic self-care the new norm.
It’s hard work. I love it. And it forces me to take care of myself. We’d love to help you do the same!
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These are the symptoms I am experiencing in the wake of the US election. And if you are experiencing them too, I want you to know that you are not alone. I also want you to know that, for me, these are textbook symptoms of traumatic stress.
Yoga is a gift and a challenge. It has been an unexpected companion in my physical, mental, emotional and spiritual journey the past three years. It has saved me. It has pushed me. It has made me smile. It has given me permission to cry. It has frustrated me. It has delighted me. Most importantly it has and continues to push me.
I never knew you were scared too.
I was taught to be scared of walking a street late at night.
Because I am a woman.
I tried. I put myself out there. I was vulnerable. I asked men on dates. I told them when I liked them. I left my number on napkins. I dated people I met in person — ski bums in Breckenridge, doctors in Denver, Turkish Casanovas in Abu Dhabi, a musician in Portland, a Cabella’s-loving hunter in Boise and product managers in the Bay. I got on Match, Okcupid, Tinder, Bumble and How About We. I swiped left. I swiped right. They swiped left. They swiped right. I got accepted. I got rejected. I fell in love. I got my heart broken
I thought when I got into Stanford the stress would go away. It didn’t. I was surrounded by amazing people doing amazing things. I needed to be worthy of my admission, worthy of the company I held. So I never slept. I overcommitted. I did great things but at great costs. I was always sick. I gained 20 lbs. I had anxiety attacks. I was constantly worried. A doctor once prescribed me Xanax. I never filled the prescription. I was determined to do everything on my own. And I refused to let others see me struggle.