I spent more than a decade in commercial real estate, and I was good at it. I could walk into a room of strangers, hold the thread of a complicated deal, and close it.
Then I would drive home to an eight-year-old son I argued with every single morning. I could close a million-dollar deal and I could not get a backpack through the door.
Nobody in your building is failing. They simply have a system in one part of their life and none in the other.
That is the person sitting in your auditorium. Excellent at work. Exhausted at home. Carrying Sunday’s argument into Monday morning, and quietly certain that every other family has it figured out.
I tell them the truth, which is that I did not have it figured out either, and then I show them what I built instead.