Serendipity: A fortunate accident, or in this case, a series of fortunate accidents that lead to one heck of a happy ending.
Opening a yoga studio was supposed to be an inspiring ‘I am woman, hear me roar’ second act, but instead I’m having a midlife meltdown.
My baby was accepted to college the same day my business was evicted. Worse, my only hope for saving my studio is convincing the world’s most impossible, and impossibly handsome, CEO to approve my corporate wellness program.
I’m granola and namaste, he’s spreadsheets and bottom lines and thinks this is all kumbaya woo. I’ve got two months to get him on board, or I’ll be a forty-something divorcee living in my parents’ basement.
At least I have Henry, a dad in my online parent support group. We’ve never met, but he’s been my rock. We have a bond forged in worrying about first crushes, bullying, and college entrance exams. Why can’t the CEO be more like him? Helpful, understanding, open to my advice?
My personal motto is work hard, play hard, and parent harder.
It works for me, or it did, until my business partners hired a certain redheaded yoga instructor to put together an employee wellness program. The problem is, Amy and I have a history. A naked one.
And that’s not the worst of it. She doesn’t know we’ve spent the past five years falling in love…