Photo: Photo: Colin McCarty Craig Stanton, my spotter, always says, “Gratitude is worth half a second.” If I’m honest, I used to dismiss that as a slightly woo-woo way of saying, “you’re lucky to be here.” I finally understood what it actually means this weekend at Road Atlanta. I wrote down a list of every single person who had called, texted, or stopped by to offer encouragement. The list had 53 names on it. And I understood. Not 53 people I might let down. Fifty-three individual people who took time out of their day to say, “you’ve got this.” Expectations are the Enemy of Joy This was the most mentally challenging weekend of my career, and the people around me picked me up, dusted me off, and reminded me that I just have to do my best. A week ago “doing my best” meant something closer to a sterile calculation: the perfect lap in a perfect vacuum with no variables, where anything less was an excuse. Now I get it. These people aren’t waiting for me to prove them right. They ca...