I had just crossed forty. Eighteen years at Mondelēz. R&D leader, hiring manager, building global teams. Husband. Two children. From the outside, the whole picture. Then I hit the glass ceiling, and I did not know what to do.
So I did what most of my clients do first. I went after a certification. External validation. The thing you reach for when you cannot see the path. It did not work.
I started crying at my desk. Consistently. I went to my doctor. She prescribed Xanax in a ten-minute conversation and called it "work-life balance." That night I read the side effects. Who am I?
What I needed was not balance. It was purpose.
I tried to move inside the company first. Twenty-one internal applications from R&D to L&D, the people-development team in HR. Twenty-one no's.
I was the breadwinner. The thought of quitting without a backup was scary.
So I started building outside. A blog under a fake name (AnnaJo). I feared my colleagues finding out. Blogging did not match my status as a leader. So the name was a cover. And then the cover began growing into the real one. A coaching practice as a side hustle, built while the corporate job kept going. Five years of ups and downs. I quit my job in August 2023 to coach full-time.
That five-year arc became my own GPS. Get honest. Possibilities. Step forward. What I learned walking it is what I now teach. Career change after forty is not one leap. It is steps. And it is possible.