I spent 14 years in property finance, first at a real estate fund and then running my own financial modelling business for property investors. On paper it was going well. In reality, I was working around 50 hours a week, saying yes to everything, and slowly starting to resent the business I'd built.

The turning point came the day a client threatened to sue. I took the dog out to clear my head and just kept walking, all the way to the pub in the next village. Sitting there, I finally asked myself the question I'd been avoiding for years: what was the point of working this hard if I wasn't enjoying any of it?

So I did what I know best and opened a spreadsheet. This time it was about our life. I worked out what "enough" really looked like for us, gently wound down the work that was draining me, kept the parts I loved (the training and mentoring), and we moved from London to the Cotswolds.

Today that business takes me around two hours in a normal week. My mornings start with a dog walk, lunch is often in the garden, and holidays happen without a laptop in the suitcase.