I ran a Hooters in my twenties. Fifteen years later I was running nine-figure go-to-market orgs in SaaS. Same job, different dashboards. Read the room. Set the tone. Try not to be the reason everyone's faking it through the Monday stand-up.
I spent years perfecting the quarterly review, the forecast call, the metrics nobody questioned and the energy everybody ignored. Then one Tuesday I watched a rep close the biggest deal of the quarter and the room felt dead. The number was right. Everything else was off. And I realized the thing that was off was me.
That sent me somewhere I wasn't expecting. I started paying attention to what I was carrying into rooms before anyone said a word. What my body already knew that my calendar didn't. The gap between the version of me running the meeting and whatever was underneath it.