Earlier this year, I was sitting alone at a bar with a wonderful glass of Pinot Noir and a perfectly cooked salmon with risotto. I was traveling for work, and my colleagues hadn’t arrived yet, so, like any introverted, slightly antisocial woman, I glued my eyes to my phone.

I was recently in New York City, one of my favorite places on the planet. When I was a child, I found the city loud, overwhelming, and a little scary. Now, its vibrancy, wonder, and unmistakable pulse surround me every time I visit.

Perhaps Billy Joel was onto something when he sang about how moving up isn’t always what it’s cracked up to be. During my 20 years in corporate America, there have been plenty of moments when I’ve wondered whether I wanted to keep moving up or simply get off the ride.