Not long ago, I quit selling what I didn’t believe in…
I’d sold everything from hand-crank food processors in supermarkets to enterprise software for Fortune 500s—and burned myself out
in the process.
When you live by the hard sale you die
by the same fate.
I started writing to clear my head. What began as keyboard therapy turned into hundreds of pages, and for the first time in a while, I felt joy instead of dread. Instead of bemoaning my misadventures, they amused me and restored my sanity.
I kept going.
I wrote about my worst moments, like bleeding from a cut finger during a salsa demo or falling off a treadmill mid-sales call.
Today, those blunders are my well of relief. When I’m writing, the pain processes.
I hope to help readers step off the exhaustion treadmill without falling over.
Burnout Your Burnout is just the beginning.
About Me
Not long ago, I quit selling what
I didn’t believe in…
I’d sold everything from hand-crank food processors in supermarkets to enterprise software for Fortune 500s—
and burned myself out in the process. When you live by the hard sale you die by the same fate.
I started writing to clear my head. What began as keyboard therapy turned into hundreds of pages, and for the first time in a while, I felt joy instead of dread. Instead of bemoaning my misadventures, they amused me and restored my sanity.
I kept going.
I wrote about my worst moments, like bleeding from a cut finger during a salsa demo or falling off a treadmill mid-sales call.
Today, those blunders are my well of relief. When I’m writing, the pain processes.
I hope to help readers step off the exhaustion treadmill without falling over.
Burnout Your Burnout is just the beginning.

