Hit my number last year — and nobody warned me about the strange part. The identity thing is real. I built my whole sense of self around "building something," and for six months after I was genuinely lost. The game was the point, not the score. Happy to answer anything.
Recalibrating, not criticizing: in a high-cost city with kids in private school, "the number" is comfortable, not infinite. The goalposts move because the inputs do. Worth saying out loud.
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