The two weeks after I left my 8.5-year role with Peter in 2019 were the loudest weeks of my life.
Thirteen opportunities showed up. Speaking invitations. Consulting projects. Advisory roles. A partnership that looked incredible on paper. Every single one was reasonable, lucrative, the kind of thing that would have impressed anyone watching.
And my stomach was in knots the entire time.
(If you've ever cleared something major from your life and immediately felt the pressure to fill the gap, stay with me.)
I said no to all thirteen. Each no got harder than the last, because each opportunity was genuinely decent. And the more I said no, the louder a protective voice got: maybe I was making a terrible decision. Maybe I was being reckless. That voice was strange to sit with, because I was building a muscle I'd never used before. The muscle of holding open space while every instinct screamed to fill it.
A few weeks later, something different arrived. I felt it before I understood it: warmth in my chest instead of the familiar knot. My shoulders dropped when I read the email. Openness instead of constriction.
That signal turned into the next chapter of my career.
The clearing is the asset. Protect it like you protect revenue.
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