The truth hurts. Some years ago, when I was a hard-charging real estate investment banker and investor, I would often gobble tums at sunrise and indulge in tequila at sunset. By all measures, I was living the picture-perfect life; family, friends, house, and so on. I had it all, or so I thought. Everything was nothing. I was not paying attention. The search for clues and answers began. Long story short, I was not paying attention to my heart and soul's calling. I had taken my eyes off "the ball."