It’s the spring of 2010, and I am in a meeting.
I don’t understand most of the words being said in the meeting.
The people saying them are smart, talented and incredibly nice.
But I am in the wrong place.
This was years before writing Quitter. Years before I’d ever hold the Start Conference and help other people close the gap between their day job and their dream job.
I’m stuck in a cubicle, and I am asking God the same question over and over.
“Do you see me God?”