The facts are irrelevant; there was no objective disqualifier. The job is not one of those where you must be left handed or speak French, so her experience as a right-handed midwesterner seemed irrelevant. There must have been something else; some story not known to her.

This is the lesson on play: touch, jump, climb, slip, fall.  Giggle, laugh, yell and pretend to lead an army of Bad News Bears into certain danger.

But I don’t.  I want something else, even if I can’t articulate what it is.  Once I realized this, I had to mourn.  All of the work I’d done to date was to achieve that goal. I was giving up a destination. And a goal.  And the clarity that comes with being able to articulate what I was doing.  

Great talent doesn’t need to be built, it needs to be refined.  It’s only when the edges have been refined and each gear operates in synchronicity with another that the machine works smoothly.  

I don’t have to understand how something works in order to understand that it is real.

There’s a lot of differentiation across the country; it’s what makes our country fantastic.  But difference is not the same as division.  Division is an attitude and a choice.

Even with all her strength, she cannot hold both me and my conquest at the same time, so I must choose.

I did some work with a bank that is highly regulated by a federal overlord, or at least by the threat of an overlord. I realized pretty quickly that no one I worked with had actually met this person or persons.

…so I  held my wife by the held my hand as we walked back in time. She walked with me to meet a different version of me.  She didn’t have to.  She took at vow to love me from that day forward, not that day backward. But I’m glad she did.