Like a chapter right out of The Feminine Mistake, my story is both surprising and ridiculously typical. First scene starts with wide eyed 80s girl in grey pin striped suit and floppy silk bow tie (remember those?) working her way through executive training program by day and living the high life at night. It all comes so easily as the organization pulls me through the ranks, thrilled to have an up and comer with nylons on. Even the birth of my first baby did not slow this train down, as the accommodating bosses offer up an amazing part time executive work week for me. It all should have been “cake and eat it too”, right?

Oh, but its BORING! And there seems more money than ever needed with two preppy dress-for-success incomes.  Oh, did I mention it was boring? I could hop off this train and get on at another stop down the road that I might find more fulfilling. Yes, that’s what I’ll do.  There is no way I will lose my sense of worth, since I have been competing elbow-to-elbow (not to mention shoulder pad-to-shoulder pad) with the boys. I have decades to get this all figured out.

Worse case, these guys won’t forget me, right? Familiar tale, anyone…….

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