I spent my Sunday trying to lift my spirit. Oprahโs Soul Sunday offered a line from Gary Zukav that stayed with me: โA partnership between equals for the purpose of spiritual growth.โ That was my morning anchor. By afternoon, I wanted to be intelligently entertained, so I turned to the Showtime series House of Lies and, yes, I watched the entire first season in a single sweep.
On the surface itโs all gloss: boardroom deals, under-the-table betrayals, the choreography of sex and swagger. Don Cheadleโs Marty slides through it all. But beneath the bravado, something familiar moved under my skin.
I once worked as a Deloitte Project Coordinator. I know the language, the tactics, the way consultants talk about being โbeachedโ benched, sidelined, disposable. In one episode, a school principal casually dismantles Martyโs spin because she was once a Deloitte PM. Itโs funny until it isnโt. Itโs funny until you recognize yourself.
And then Episode 1 goes straight to the foreclosure crisis. That wasnโt fiction for me. That was my life.
I had poured more than $100,000 into renovations over the years sweat, savings, permanence. And then, by October 2009, the house was gone and with it all the years of deep attachment to ownership
