I’ve been spending a couple hours each night moving files from one computer to another and cleaning up what I leave behind on each drive. I came across a letter I had written about 3 years ago and, in it, found this little gem of introspection:

When you can’t be the real you without rocking the boat – ever – you begin to realize that you might simply just be in the wrong boat.

Took me 43 years to learn that…44 to get out of the boat.