My boss said that to me once... a piece inside me broke. He went on to say he only cared about his family, not work, nobody, nothing. Which I guessed included me. I went home to my children who had spent all day with their nanny and cried. I was sacrificing my precious time for the wrong person. Another boss told me I had to make ten cold calls before 10am every day. I shook with anxiety every morning. I was in the wrong organisation.
Hurt, uncertain, angry, anxious, fiercely wound up, at the bottom of the ocean .... THIS is the place magic happens. In darkness, something triggers, a fault line erupts, light sparkles .... a wild animal appears. Or maybe a three year old in tantrum. Wild innocence; the source of courage, change, intuition, creativity..... I am grateful to those who have bound me in corporate shackles so that I can break free.
Who cares? Me.