I was sure I’d finally made it. I was the global brand director of one of the world’s largest firms, a job that came complete with more money than I’d ever imagined making, a guaranteed platinum frequent flyer card and a glittering glass office that looked out over the city of Manhattan.
So you can imagine my shock when just six months into my hard-won promotion, I was finding it harder and harder each day to show up. I wish I could tell you that there was something wrong with me. An unexplained illness, difficulties at home or an unreasonable boss. But there wasn’t.
Like so many of the seventy percent of people who describe themselves as “just functioning” each day, I just wasn’t that engaged with my job any more.