You’ve mastered “the game:” the title, the money, the politics. You even know how to not appear dead inside after 6 straight hours of meetings.
Your resume is impressive but it’s the least interesting thing about you.
Outside of the work space, you’re an edge seeker.
Your cologne smells like pine needles, saltwater, and desert wind.
You’re an adventurer, an artist, a Dionysian dissident. Danger is your mistress.
And, you have a vision to enact in the world, not just pleasure to seek outside of it.