One Thursday, I missed my daughter’s school play for a "critical" budget review.

Not "Daddy is successful." Not "Daddy is important."

I told myself: This is success. This is what you worked for.

The scariest thing isn't starting over. It's reaching the end and realizing you were a stranger to yourself.

Your job title is not your worth.

Start asking "What would I do if I wasn't afraid of looking foolish?"

That night, I found a drawing on my nightstand. It was a stick figure of me, glued to a laptop. Above my head, she had written: "Daddy is tired."

One was a spreadsheet. The other was a gut feeling.