I’ve always been the good student.
I went to “gifted and talented” school growing up, was voted “most likely to succeed” in high school, and graduated summa cum laude after four years of university.
I had found my “thing” – academics. I loved school so much that I kept going for a long, long (long, long, long, long) time.
In my early 30s, I graduated with a PhD in Psychology. My husband and four kids attended my graduation ceremony.
So, was I a “success” now? Would the red carpet roll out for me to a world of opportunity and prestige now that I had achieved the highest degree in my field? Would all of my book smarts and all-nighters pay off?
Well…If you know my story, then you know the answer.