My first real corporate internship was when I was 19 years old, at a place called Hewitt Associates. At the time, Hewitt was a privately held company, headquartered in Chicago’s northern suburbs. The particular building I sat in was surrounded by wooded acreage right off I-94.

I’m still processing Bridging the Gap (more on that next week?), but the biggest stop-me-in-my-tracks moment happened even before breakfast on the first day.

If you want to weigh less, count your calories. If you want to work less, count your hours.

It’s no secret that I do my best to run my firm with iron-clad boundaries. But I do this from a place of being part of a two-income household with my husband holding a W-2 accounting job that offers health insurance.

“Nature does not hurry. Yet everything is accomplished.” -Lao Tzu

I was raised as a kid in typical American culture where “success” was defined as 1st place trophies in little league, straight As, high scores, and perfect attendance in school.

Most importantly…congrats to all who made it through this week’s deadline!! You’re almost there!!

The first two years of my firm (with only two clients), I charged hourly…$50/hr. I was so proud of myself. ::rolls eyes::