I spent twenty years chasing something I could not name. A bigger contract, a better title, the year that would finally feel like enough. I got most of it. None of it did what I expected. The change came when I broke my ankle and could not work for eleven weeks. I sat in the garden. I learned the names of birds. I had conversations with my wife that were not about logistics. I went back to work afterwards, but I never went back to running.