One morning in 2005 I woke up hungover and ashamed. I realised that I’d spent yet another evening complaining about my job, and I wasn’t proud of myself. It was the start of some real soul searching that led to me making the promise to find a vocation that would have me jumping out of bed every morning. Since then I’ve tried it all... a new approach, new jobs, new career, and even a new business. It hasn’t always been sunshine and lollipops, but in taking responsibility for my own happiness, I’ve finally found something to jump out of bed for.