The Drive Home

In year seven at Sony Interactive Entertainment, I closed $1.2M in a single quarter. Then I cried in my car on the way home.

It took two miles of driving to recognize my own tears, and three more months to admit why.

For five years I had been sharpening every angle of my pitch. My life ran on autopilot, and I was ghosting my own existence, hovering on delay outside of myself in a chronic corporate dystopia dressed up as glittering success.

And who was my most in-demand client? My ego. It lived for the pitch that I had everything I'd always wanted. When the tears flooded down my face, that pitch washed out with them.

So I finally did the reflective soul searching I had been avoiding. The Return to Self was born out of it.

I tell this story because a drive home like that one is easy to miss. The numbers are right, the calendar is full, and the people around you see success. If you have a drive home of your own, you know the two miles I mean.

Opt for ten quiet minutes this week with one question: What would truly help me in this moment? Write the answer down, whatever it turns out to be. The question asks very little of you. Your calendar and your commitments stay exactly as they are.

Where does your drive home happen?