I wanted to snap my phone in two.
I pulled into our driveway and I had just gotten off the phone with my wife.
Exhausted from another 16-hour day, hunched over my laptop.
Fed up with the 65+ hours of work every week with very little to show for it.
I couldn’t sleep because I was nervous about what I’d see in the morning after launching new ad campaigns.
Not that they really worked, anyway.
I was sitting in the driver seat – and I caught a glimpse of my family through the kitchen window.
My wife. My kids.
She was probably serving up leftovers for dinner (again).
She – they – deserved so much better, so much more.
And I couldn’t make it happen.