What Success Didn't Tell Me About Happiness

A quiet moment of doubt - and the start of rewriting what success and happiness really meant.

I was working in the world of style and design - fancy people, multi-million dollar homes.

Cost wasn't an issue; it only had to be special and costly.

For years, I thought I loved it - the grand designs, the architects, the wealthy clients. I climbed the ladder from designer to a senior position.

But where was the satisfaction? The happiness?

Somewhere along the way, something shifted.

I started feeling unsettled by the scale of it - the enormous homes, the lavish interiors, often built for just two people. I found myself wondering how much good that same creativity and care could have done elsewhere.

The conversations stayed the same. The air in the room often felt heavier with ego than with meaning. And somewhere beneath all of it, a quieter truth was waiting for me to hear it.

It was something quiet, the feeling that I'd outgrown the story I was supposed to be living.

So I left.

I changed careers.

I started something completely new.

I went back to university - midlife, no map, just with a mind wide open.

Rewrite is where the next chapter begins.