Ambition shame: You're Not the Only One

I spent forty years being the loudest man in every room. …

I tell my wife I like the sixty hour weeks. …

I got the call. …

I hiked up the North Face of the range at 0300, headlamp cutting through the dark like a searchlight. …

I don’t even know why I’m posting this because it sounds so ungrateful and my mom would probably kill me if she knew I was even thinking like this but I just feel like I’m suffocating. …

I remember the commute back then—forty-five minutes of gray asphalt and NPR just to prove I hadn’t lost my edge. …

I stood there and clapped until my palms were raw when they announced Leo won the design competition. …

I hit send at exactly 2:14 am while the microwave clock glared at me with that neon green judgment. …

I have always believed in the chain of command, in the necessity of the mission. …

I remember when I started out, my first year at the firm, I felt like a stray dog that somehow got let into a steakhouse. …

Waking up at 5am. …

I don't really know why I’m typing this out now, except that it’s nearly three in the morning and the wind is coming off the north pasture in a way that makes the whole house feel thin, like it might… …

Because that paper, the one about the soil microbes and the carbon whatever—I stayed up for three days straight doing those charts back in the summer when I was supposed to be helping my uncle at the… …

am i the only one who feels like a total PIECE OF TRASH for even thinking about money? …