The Garbage Disposal

Before I go too far into my decision to leave corporate America, I'd like to first state that my biggest accomplishment while managing a $130 Million dollar business was my ability to do so in 5" stilettos. I have always been a seeker of opportunities to wear sky high heels, but I had this terrible moment of disarray one day sitting at my cube where I had to kick those fuckers off.

There are a lot of pros to working in corporate America. I was able to support myself. I was on track to buying all the toys I wanted (however concerning my choices were...boat, boards, rag top SUVs). I walked around with my head high surrounded by some of the smartest people I had ever met. I adore some of the friends I made while working for Target Corp; the other half threw half of their sense to live down the garbage disposal that is an 8-5 job when they decided six figures beat out the need for chasing their dreams...or going barefoot! Put on your life vests baby, you're going to be swimming for a while.

I'm not bitter; corporate America makes a part of this world go round. It's fun, rewarding and challenging. It's just...so is climbing mountains in Vail, paddleboarding in Roatan and managing a yoga studio. I met a boy that came to life in the mountains; I can't think of a day he hasn't lived his life. I met a girl in Roatan that left the states to instruct scuba (she rarely wears shoes). I'm surrounded by yoga instructors that gave up professional opportunities to inspire people to health and joy every single day. I used to know a 12 year old girl that listened to Bob Marley with her bronzed mama while planning her extravagant escape to the champagne shore. So,  maybe I'm still planning and mama hung up the whole tanning thing...but this week, I throw in the towel and wear stillettos on special occasions only.