A year ago when I found out that I was pregnant I had a total meltdown. I was 25 years old with a thriving business and starting to travel the world like I had always dreamed. I felt like my life was over because I had never known any moms who were making a massive impact on the world through their businesses while raising a new human.
When we lost the baby six weeks in, I experienced more emotional pain than I could imagine and remember doing my work from bed, crying over my computer, just trying to see what I could be grateful for each day. The truth was that I felt like it was my fault that we had lost this baby because I was working really hard and so stressed thinking about giving up my dream.
A couple of months passed and as the grief started to lift I found myself not being driven by the things that had pushed me to work harder in the past. I no longer cared about luxury travel, photo shoots for my brand, or shopping at Anthropologie. It was such a weird place to be in! How could I not be driven?