Jason’s company had been dangling the regional sales director position in front of him since January. By March, he began using phrases that sounded borrowed from podcasts hosted by men who talked too loudly into microphones. Financial discipline. High-value habits. Dead weight. Lifestyle leakage. Accountability. He used these words at the kitchen island while I packed Ellie’s lunch. He used them while sitting in the recliner watching golf with one hand down a bag of chips. He used them while I stood at the stove after coming home from a shift where one of my patients had died before his daughter could make it from Chattanooga.
At first, I thought he was stressed.
Then I realized he was rehearsing.
He wanted to become the kind of man who could say something ugly and call it leadership.