I’ve always been a big dreamer. A big picture thinker. I did all the right things. I earned good grades. Went to a prestigious university. Earned an MBA. Worked the big corporate jobs, burning through 80+ hours a week climbing the ladder.
Then at age 30, I had a wake-up call. On an exhausting drive home after being at the office for 14 hours, I fell asleep at the wheel. I woke up five days later in the hospital. I was living in New York, and my parents flew in from Canada. They weren’t sure if I would make it.
From that moment — everything changed. I had to learn life over again, even how to walk. During my recovery, I began reading about neuroplasticity and epigenetics. How our thoughts shape our reality. How our DNA is coded with our past trauma and our ancestors’ trauma.
I finally understood that my deep drive for success didn’t mean I lived with intention. I was living to impress, keep up, and prove that I was worthy. After my recovery, I lived in a monastery in Nepal for three years. I came back understanding that my purpose was to support others as they got out of this robotic mindset and reshaped their lives.
I’ve spent the last 15 years guiding others toward their purpose. And I’d like to guide you toward yours. We’re only here for so long. How are you going to choose to live?