Last Wednesday morning, I hit the highway to drop off my laptop to get some repairs. As I sat in the early morning traffic, my mind was flooded with memories from my former corporate days.
As I looked ahead of me at all the traffic, I remembered all the mornings, and evenings, I’d spent in sitting in my car- feeling like I wasting my life away.
I always remember looking around – trying to catch the eye of other people in their cars – wondering if they were thinking what I was: “What are we all following each other to? What are we chasing?”
When I was in corporate I always felt like an outcast. Come to think of it, my whole life I felt like an outcast – a black sheep – someone who always got into trouble for drawing outside the lines, not fitting into a mold, or box, wanting things to be different, and searching for an escape hatch – a place where I could find a blank canvas to draw-out that vision.