Reformed Workaholic Seeks Reminder to Stop

I'm 45, I built a consulting business from nothing, and somewhere along the way I forgot to have a personal life. I'm trying to fix that. I live in a townhouse in Sandy Springs and I'm learning to leave my laptop closed on weekends, which is harder than it sounds. I want a man who'll remind me that there's more to life than revenue, who'll drag me out of my office and into the world. The Chattahoochee River at sunrise, when the fog is still on the water and the herons are hunting — that's the peace I'm trying to make room for. I've been successful at everything except slowing down. Help me with that.