In 1997, I was running full speed toward what I thought was success. Planes, hotels, boardrooms, late-night dinners, parties—you name it, I was there. From the outside, it probably looked like I had it all figured out. I was a machine—always on, always moving.
There was just one problem: I was married with three kids. And while I told myself I was doing …
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