I didn’t always have a middle name. I’ve had many names that didn’t feel like me and one day I found a name that encompassed everything I am as a human being and everything I strive to be on daily basis.
The myth of Sisyphus for me represents all the ways we put obstacles in our way or disempower ourselves by telling stories to keep us small, stuck or in the shadows of our own lives.
It was not until I epically failed in a job and my ego took the hardest blow it had ever felt; did I know that my definition of success (and failure for that matter) had to be defined by me. It was as if all my work prior to this failure did not matter. The only thing that did matter was I did not have what it took to be successful in that job. Or so I thought at the time.