I like working hard. I always have and I suspect I always will.
For more than 20 years that hard work paid off handsomely. I was rewarded hansomely (relative to most but certainly not as handsomely as some) and was able to travel the world both at work and at leisure. I naturally seemed to make progress through the ranks and never felt like I needed a ‘five year plan’ or an answer to the standard “where do you want to get to” because that progress was my measure of success.
As long as I kept progressing, having fun and working hard, I would be happy.
Then I hit the wall.
I stopped making progress and, worse, came to understand that I didn’t possess the qualities nor the capabilities that would allow progress to be made. At least not in the minds of those for whom I worked.
So I left. Stopped working. Focused on myself and my family.
I didn’t really have a plan. And certainly not one that went out five years.
Hopefully you will find it of some use.
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