
Meet Helen
December 2016, nine at night. My son Pierce should have been in bed. “Mom, why are you working so hard?”
I’d worked 8am to 10pm for years, rebuilding after the recession took our business and both our homes. I told him that when I won the award, we’d all go to LA together. I missed it that year. I didn’t miss it the next. But the moment he asked, I knew my answer was wrong.
So I asked a different question: what would I love? An assistant. Then Fridays off, half of Wednesdays, and no evening calls in an industry where everyone meets in the evening. Every client met me during the day. The business didn’t shrink. It grew.
Helen Walsh


