My problem was that I had no idea what to do with my personal self—a.k.a. “Mickey.” His very existence was holding me back from where I yearned to go. If I didn’t work at it, the focus of my attention would keep getting drawn into his personal melodrama. That was clearly the opposite direction from where I wanted to go. “Mickey” was down and out; I wanted to go in and up. In those days I was certain of one thing: he was the problem, and he had to go. I had become dead serious about getting rid of him. But I had no idea how.
