The rebuild
I had everything.
And I stayed in bed all day.
On paper it all worked — the place, the cars, the ability to buy whatever I wanted. Inside, nothing. For the better part of two years I barely got out of bed. Then one day I was done being done. I sold everything I could, put the rest in storage, and got on a plane to find who I'd lost — and who I am now.
That was January 2024. I'm still on the road, still rebuilding. I'm not a guru and I'm not going to pretend I've arrived — I'm a few steps ahead on the trail, turning around to talk.
You know your version. The partner who left. The loss you didn't see coming. The career that was your whole identity. The success that showed up numb. The door out is the same one I took.
Successful, comfortable, and completely empty. Readings flat for the better part of two years.
Everything gone or in storage. One decision, one ticket. First tremor on the record.
January 2024 to now. Rebuilding in real time, out loud. Activity rising.