Living for an applause is so cheap... There was a time in my life where I was checking box after box, hitting goal after goal and every time I was congratulated that was the fuel I needed to set another goal and kill it once again. I put myself in a position of being the poster-child of success, one day my therapist asked me, “Briana, who are you doing this for?” At the time I didn’t recognize that I had put myself on the hamster wheel of reaching for the next success story.