When I bought my practice, I was a brand-new veterinarian with $100,000 in student debt, no savings, and no business training of any kind. What I did have was a clear vision for the kind of practice I wanted to create, a deep love for veterinary medicine, and enough ambition to outrun the fear.
I can still picture the moment, one of many:
A Wednesday afternoon team meeting with my staff sitting in a ring of chairs around the office. I’m sitting behind my desk, leading the meeting, and doing most of the talking.
One year ago, at age 55, I was diagnosed with ADHD. I’ve not shared too much about my diagnosis publicly, not knowing how it would fit into the story or be of value, but as I look at how far I’ve come from where I’ve been, I feel it’s important to say something. Someone else out there is struggling and this might help them.
In the next few weeks, many of us will sit around a table, eat too much food, watch too much football, and do our best to avoid talking about politics with friends and family. And let’s be honest — that’s harder this year, as it feels like the world is heavier than usual.