A year and a half ago, I was telling a dear friend that my work environment felt toxic. I also sensed that I was like a florist trying to be a mechanic in academia, and that my passions and gifts were suffocating in my professional space. I shared with her that I couldn’t leave my position because of the insurance, the salary — the stability it provided my family…I had to increase my business revenue before I was ready to take a leap and leave my position.
Then, she asked me one simple question, “what if you allowed yourself to dream?”
The question caressed my heart and had a profound impact. At that moment and from that question, I began to dream (more).
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