Nostos

Sometimes, I want to scream once I’ve positioned my car in line with the other commuters. But I’d only be yelling into the void. The dismal abyss of Seattle’s charcoal grey sky and red taillights won’t return even an echo. Instead, I resign to the inevitable, only to be worsened by a rhythmic beat of required maintenance and low fuel warnings dancing across the driver info screen. Fantastic! Two things that I don’t have time for and have put off have brought me full circle to my self-created mess because this is what success is. This was a part of the deal. To endure such a rigorous schedule, stopping for fuel should be a calendar event. Success isn’t a discussion on LinkedIn about what success looks like to you and how you are not defined by your title, no, it is not. This line of cars here on the freeway, this is it. Otherwise, nobody would be out here chasing it, one Audible subscription at a time, right?

Right?