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.
But you’re overdue for the reclamation of your full erotic LIFE force.  
Your resume is impressive but it’s the least interesting thing about you. 
You’re an edge seeker. Your cologne smells like pine needles, saltwater, and desert wind.
You’re an adventurer, an artist, a Dionysian dissident. 
And, you have a vision to enact in the world, something unique, powerful, and game-changing that wants to live through you.