A couple of weeks ago I met with an up-and-coming sales rockstar. She was referred to me by a Chief Marketing Officer (CMO), and friend, in my network. When I met this leader, her first words to me were something like “I am told you are a recovering CMO who is someone I should know and leverage learnings from.” Flattered and slightly blushing, I thought to myself – yep, that is me and I am going to own it. I couldn’t be prouder to be known as a “Recovering CMO.” It has its perks.
A lot of self-reflection the last 90-days led me to focus on two things: 1) professional achievements made the last 3 years AND 2) personal time sacrificed. With a bigger title comes bigger responsibilities. Add in private equity backed tech firms and you pretty much are on the clock, ahem, a lot.
This isn’t a blog that shows my professional accomplishments – because no one cares (except maybe myself and my mom & dad). But instead, I am drawn to the keyboard to share what happens when you take a leap of faith. A much-needed leap to find balance (and — oh, how I loathe that word “balance”) or as I like to call it, better juggling. When you have less to juggle, you find life simplifying.
My favorite Medical Doctor once told me that the key to not having messed up teenagers is to keep them busy – get them active, early. Sign them up for church activities, sports, after-school programs, music/band – you get the idea. I tried this and quickly realized it was no fun being the Uber Mom. Shuffling around kids and stressed about what/when I would feed them and how on earth I would make it to x thing when y thing was back-to-back and in the next town over. It was a good lesson on the importance of quality over quantity — a better approach to finding balance. Sorry Poms and Cub Scouts – you got nixed.
As a CMO, I was constantly juggling e-v-e-r-y-t-h-i-n-g. Board of Director demands, reporting demands, sales lead demands, corporate brand demands. While I was a pretty darn good juggler (mainly, because I had an army of talented professionals beside me), it took its toll. Missed school events, rushed good-night reading time, absent around-the-table dinner time. It took being insulted in front of my fellow officers, minutes before a board meeting – for me to realize, enough is enough. I (and Nick) waited years for three blessings – and something finally clicked in my mind, like a brick was thrown at me that had a note attached saying “look at how quickly your littles are growing up and are these work, ahem, jack asses really more important?” Don’t prioritize work over the four things you love most in this world. Now, some may challenge me (for being too hard on myself about work/life balance) by reminding me of my 72-hour rule. That I held myself to, firmly. The rule being I would never be away from my family for longer than 3-days. It was a good rule. However, in the back of my mind that little voice would creep up reminding me “why did I need to have such a strong rule.” Could I find something that was professionally satisfying PLUS have better balance?
For years, Nick would tell me I need to be a lawyer or a sales leader. When put in the right situation, I can debate and persuade quite well. My love for solving over selling is a gift, that’s not a brag but 100% truth!
Selling ultimately won (for now – ha) and this Recovering CMO is loving her new role at one of the largest big-tech firms in the world. Building a new sales motion that is 100% virtual and digital.
Nothing is ever a given and I count my blessings, often. I get to go to work, share my learnings with an eager team, solve customer problems. PLUS enjoy dinner with my family, Star Wars themed band concert, ballerina dance routines with a little hip-hop, clone troopers and Barbie playing nicely in the Barbie dream house….I could go on.
I get to eat ice cream again (who knew lowering stress levels is the cure for eating dairy again). I get to work out and have it paid for (thank you big-tech). I get to coach volleyball on weekends. Heck, I might just volunteer to be on the school PTO (I do have a pretty good connection). Net-net is I am enjoying the journey where I am seeking balance and simplifying. The ice cream, glass of, occasional, red – and family game-night never tasted better.



Mother’s Day weekend has arrived, and I just told my eight-year-old son that if he stayed on his device any longer, his brain might fry. Take me out of the running for mother of the year. So much for limiting screen time. Insert my favorite meme circulating: Quarantine life has you thinking your phone battery life is deteriorating, but then realize you’re using it for 17 hours every day. Sure, I feel bad about my children’s extra screen time but some days it is a life saver when back to back work meetings keep me chained to my office desk and my husband chained to his new office – the dining room table (but let me be clear, not a day goes by that we don’t pause and feel complete gratitude for being employed and having good health).
Today I went on a hike, alone. Yes, without eight little arms and eight little legs surrounding me that go either too fast or too slow. It was glorious. The last time I went on a solo walk was likely 10+ years ago. Sure, I exercise, but that’s typically 3x a week (at best) in a 60-minute Shred415 class where we all hunker down and focus on getting through the 9% incline jog and endless burpees.
Wonder Woman. Spider-man. Incredible Hulk. Which superhero was your favorite growing up? We are all familiar with this story line: the dreaded Joker tries to take over the world…..but not on Batman’s watch. Batman steps in to save the day – throwing all the right punches, driving a fancy batmobile and always including his awesome sidekick, Robin. His bravery, courage and leadership are admired by all.
It is Father’s Day and as I sip on my chai tea latte that was served to ME after sleeping in, I started reflecting on how the men in my life have impacted me over the years. I do admit feeling an ounce of guilt having been served a delicious morning treat on a day where I should have gotten up early and ran to Starbucks for HIM. But I’ll take the thoughtful surprise and add it to his list of wonderfulness. While trying to explain to my littles what this day means, it peaked my own curiosity on how this special daddy day came to be. Did you know Father’s Day was founded by a woman?
If I receive one more cold outreach from a financial advisor suggesting I save, save, save and p-l-a-n my future – I just might vomit. Yes, I said “vomit” in a professional blog. Listen. I get we need to be financially sound with our finances and planning is vital (in small doses), but in the last 12 months I’ve had too many friends and colleagues receive devastating news about their health (many are not even 40 years old). While I’m confident these fighters will get past this rough season, the one consistent thing they speak about is to take the shot – don’t try and plan everything. Go out on a limb and TAKE. MORE. RISKS. And most importantly, be grateful for opportunities. Opportunities to not only advance you professionally, but also opportunities to take in life’s simple things like kicking the ball with the kids for 30 minutes. Those few minutes provide rejuvenation and give us a fresh perspective. Those minutes in my life, are rarely ever planned. However, I sure do take advantage of them and reap the benefits as a result.
While grocery shopping on a Saturday, with two of my children, I quickly lost count of the number of impatient shoppers. I’m sure it wasn’t the best parenting move to allow both of them to have their own mini-shopping cart…in a semi-crowded supermarket…just before a Winter storm was about to hit. But they wanted to help and I encourage independence. We had only been shopping about 3 minutes before the sighs of irritated shoppers became painfully obvious. For example, when my daughter’s wheel went wonky and the woman picking out potato chips next to her gave me a look of “my goodness, get her out of my way.” I stared her down with the biggest smile – she still wasn’t happy – even though it took a mere 4 seconds to get the wheel back on track. We picked up the pace and moved on.