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.
Your presence is intoxicating.
Your cologne smells like pine needles, saltwater, and desert wind.
You’re an adventurer, an artist, a Dionysian dissident.
You have a vision and you’re ready to burn down the bullsh*t.