I genuinely believed that once I hit 3K iRating, I'd feel like I'd made it. That I'd settle into the hobby. That I could finally stop chasing. That the satisfaction was waiting for me at a specific number.
Then one day, almost by accident, in a 3K iRating race, I hit it. The close, bumper-to-bumper, three-wide-into-turn-one racing I used to watch on YouTube and wonder if I'd ever get to. And there I was, in the middle of one. At the end I was pumped, wired, buzzing.
Then about ten minutes later, my brain quietly said, “Yeah, 4K would be nice.”
That was the moment. The number I'd been chasing had arrived, and it didn't change a single thing about how I felt long-term. The race itself was amazing, and the ones after it too. But the milestone I thought would unlock satisfaction did nothing. I'd been chasing the wrong thing the entire time.