September 2th. My dad’s car. Pulling out of a parking lot I never want to see again.
I’m 46 years old. My father drove to pick me up from jail. He didn’t say much on the way to the car. He didn’t need to. He just showed up.
When we got home to Belmont, Michigan, he made me breakfast. Eggs. Toast. The most ordinary thing in the world. I sat at that kitchen table and tried to act like I was fine.
I was not fine.
Relief. Shame. Gratitude. Exhaustion. All of it at once, like a radio stuck between five stations.
What Zero Actually Looks Like
I want to be direct with you about where things stood that day, because this newsletter exists precisely because I got tired of telling the cleaned-up version of the story.
The business was gone. No clients, no pipeline, no revenue, no savings worth mentioning. Not starting from scratch. Starting from a negative number, because I had to rebuild the reputation before anyone would take the business seriously.
The marriage was over. My relationship with my daughters was damaged. That weight sits differently than the professional stuff. You can rebuild a business. The math on rebuilding things with your kids is harder, the stakes are higher, and the timeline is entirely theirs, not yours.
Multiple incarcerations behind me. I’m telling you that not to perform humility, but because if you’re going to trust anything I write here, you deserve the actual truth of what I’m working with.
The Dog Who Didn’t Get the Memo
My sisters were kind to me that day. They were glad I was home and they didn’t know what to say, and neither did I. There’s a particular silence that happens when people love you and don’t know how to reach across what happened.
And then there was Sheldon. My Yorkie. Three years old, maybe seven pounds. He saw me walk through that door and completely lost his mind (after doing a double-take - lol)
He had no concept of what I’d been through. No awareness of the mistakes, no judgment, no complicated feelings about what to say. He just knew I was back. And if you’ve ever had a dog, you know what that moment feels like. It’s the closest thing to unconditional grace I’ve ever received from another living creature.
I sat down on the floor with him for a few minutes. That’s when I finally let myself feel something.
The last time I lived here I was just starting out. Now I was starting over. There’s a difference between those two things you don’t fully understand until you’ve lived both.
Two in the Morning Math
The couch was the plan from the start. The house has four bedrooms. My parents have one. My sisters have the others. The couch it was.
That first night I lay there and looked up at the ceiling and ran the numbers. I was 22 or 23 the last time I lived in this house. Twenty-some years later, back on the same couch. Same ceiling.
Somewhere around two in the morning, I landed on something. I could not change a single thing about what had already happened. Not one. The decisions were made. The damage was done. No amount of lying there feeling terrible was going to move the needle.
What I could do was get up in the morning.
Not with a plan. Not with answers. Just get up. Show up for the day. Don’t disappear into the shame of it. Don’t pull the curtains and wait for it to pass. Just get up.
That’s the smallest possible unit of forward motion. But it’s still forward.
The Takeaway
The morning after is the hardest morning. Not because it’s the worst you’ll feel. But because it’s the morning where you decide whether you’re going to start.
Humility is not failure. It’s the starting line.
THIS WEEK I’M THINKING ABOUT
You Cannot Outwork an Identity You Don’t Believe In.
I keep coming back to this. All the journaling, the breathing, the getting organized, the making the calls, none of it sticks if the identity underneath says you are not someone who can pull this off. You can execute a perfect playbook and still self-sabotage your way back to zero because the story you are telling yourself about who you are is running a different program entirely.
The external rebuild is the visible work. The identity rebuild is the invisible work. And the invisible work has to happen first, or at least alongside it. Otherwise you are just going through motions that lead you back to the same place.
I don’t have this solved. I’m working on it. But I think about it every single day.
ONE THING TO TRY THIS WEEK
Write down the three most honest sentences about where you actually are right now. Not where you want to be. Not where you think you should be. Where you are right now.
No one else has to see it. Just write it down. Naming the reality is the first step to working with it instead of running from it.
READER QUESTION
This is week one. I don’t have reader questions yet because we are just getting started. But I want them. What are you dealing with right now? What would you want me to address on this show? What question do you keep asking yourself at two in the morning?
Reply to this email and send it in. I read every one.
This week on the podcast:
Tuesday, Apr 8th — Episode 01: Starting Over at 40 (Story) ← You are here
Thursday, Apr 10th — Episode 02: Grace vs. Guilt (Lesson)
Saturday, Apr 12th — Episode 03: The First Morning Back Home (Moment)
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