For twenty years, I built and led teams inside Fortune 500 companies. I have a background in business, organizational management, and a graduate certificate from Harvard in Industrial Organizational Psychology. I know how to build systems. What I couldn't find was a system built for me.
Somewhere in my 40s, I started paying attention differently. Not to my career metrics — those I had covered — but to my body, my energy, my hormones, and what it would take to actually sustain the pace I was keeping. I started researching thermal waters in Eastern Europe, longevity clinics in Mexico, Ayurvedic programs in India. I took long weekends alone to wellness centers and discovered something I hadn't expected: solo travel didn't deplete me. It restored me in ways that nothing else did.
I also traveled with my younger daughter — finding places where we could share thermal circuits and dinners but spend our days in programs built for where each of us actually was. Those trips became some of the most connected time we've had.
Over two decades, I assembled a mental library of the places worth going. I kept sending the same links to friends. I kept screenshotting retreats and burying them in threads. I kept almost booking — and then not. Not because I didn't want to go. Because I hadn't given myself permission.