"I think you should move in with your parents until you figure out what you're doing with your life."

My wife said that to me after five years of watching me be half-in.

In that moment, I had a choice.

I could make more excuses. I could promise to change—like I'd promised a hundred times before. I could argue that she didn't understand how hard it was.

Or I could finally be honest with myself.

I'd been full of shit for five years.

Not intentionally. Not maliciously. But the result was the same. I'd chosen comfort over commitment every single day. I'd broken promises to myself so many times that I didn't trust my own word anymore.

So I didn't argue. I didn't make excuses.

I just said: "You're right."

And then I drew a line.

Not a goal. Not a resolution. A line. On one side: everything that got me there. The excuses. The distractions. The half-commitment. On the other side: the person I said I wanted to be.

I decided I was done straddling that line. I was picking a side.

Three years later: Marriage stronger than ever. Business is real. I trust myself again.

Not because I found a secret. Because I finally committed. All the way.

What line do you need to draw?

Done negotiating.

-Joel