Ask yourself: Does the job touch my heart and feed my soul? You will never be what you were meant to be if you aren't having fun.

When I first met Jack, I was terrified of him. I wasn't expecting a fun, laughing, enjoyable, exciting guy. I walked into his office like most people, with my knees knocking together. I was scared.

Just keep asking questions. Does this job allow me to be myself? Does it make me smarter? Does it open doors? Does it represent a compromise I accept? Does it touch my inner being?

I think in a way nobody doesn't work anymore. Even moms who say, 'I am out of the workforce.' They may be writing mommy blogs with no expectation of making money, but they are building an onramp for when they do go back.

I love the way business works, when there's a crisis or a scandal, there is blood on the floor. Somebody pays, people are held accountable, that's just not politics.

Ask yourself: Does the job touch my heart and feed my soul? You will never be what you were meant to be if you aren't having fun.

It's a choice that you make and there's consequences. It's something you have to own.