My story
For the better part of fifteen years, I was very good at being busy. I built teams, launched products, hit targets, and kept moving because moving felt like progress, and progress felt like the point.
At 38, I was sitting in a hotel room in Singapore after a conference I'd just keynoted, and I had this very quiet, very inconvenient thought: I have no idea who I am when I'm not performing.
That's why I do this work. Not because I have all the answers but because I've done the uncomfortable work of sitting with the questions long enough to know they're worth asking.
I live in Edinburgh with my wife Clara and our two sons, who have absolutely no interest in what I do for a living and are better for it. I run most mornings, badly. I read more fiction than nonfiction. I make an unreasonably good risotto. I'm trying to learn Portuguese and failing at a pace I've made peace with.
