I grew up expecting to some day become a wife and a mother. I became both, but something else also defined my life, my career. Although I never would have dreamt I’d be a successful career woman, I could never dream of myself without my work at this point in my life.
I was married for many years to an artist. Though immensely talented, he would have been a starving artist, and I the wife of one, if I hadn’t worked. So I worked, and worked, and worked. I worked as a reporter, an editor and a publisher, as a public relations director for a company that manufactured men’s electric shavers and as a newspaper writer for a New York City tabloid. A few of my bosses were super smart and taught me a ton. Others weren’t so smart. I became a boss myself, sometimes a good one, other times, not so good. I had great times and tortured times. I made wonderful friends as well as a few enemies along the way.
I met Hilary Clinton, Madeleine Albright, Donald Trump and Martha Stewart, who reduced one of my employees to tears. I was friends with the men who invented Cuisinarts and Calphalon cookware, interviewed Julia Child and was invited to a July 4 bash at the home of Craig Claiborne, the influential New York Times restaurant critic in the seventies.
Eventually, I started my own business, where I created a magazine for plus-size women, a summit for high-level businesswomen and one that brought together women in government, science, academics, the arts and business. I published two kid’s books and wrote a fashion book. I had more than my share of horrendous, talent-depraved clients and, thankfully, terrific clients. I’ve earned good money some years; others, practically nothing.
I am grateful for every moment and for traveling a path that led me to the place I am now. I have no doubt that every single job, boss, client, success and failure bought me here. I’ve learned what I do well and what I shouldn’t be doing. I’ve learned to search out the people who stimulate me and to avoid those who are poisonous. I now understand when to push extra hard and when to lie in the weeds, and that worrying accomplishes absolutely nothing.