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This past weekend, I was supposed to be writing. I’ve begun another book (!) (so much to tell you!), and I set myself the goal of finishing the first chapter over the long weekend. I made it, but only just — because on Sunday, the weather was so beautiful, I made Marcus drive me around to see some the amazing murals that keep popping up all over the city.

(Something about seeing huge works of art that are meant for everyone to enjoy, free of charge, makes me feel … interconnected. And the best part is that there are so many more to find.)

So far, this has been a weird week. Case in point: out of the blue today, I got an email from my daughter’s school that it’s time to order her cap and gown for graduation, and I’m sorry, we just got her yesterday, how is it possible that we’re measuring the amount of time that she’s going to be home with us in months instead of years? In general, I’m so, so thrilled for her — to an overwhelming extent — but something about that email smacked me out of the blue. It’s weird to experience both excitement and loss in the same moment, man. But now that I write that, I suspect that’s really what parenting has been all about, right?

The times, they are a changin.’

I’ve talked about transformational years in the past, but this one? Whew. So much is going to be happening this year, professionally, personally … there’s no question that at the end of 2022, I’m going to be such a different person than I am right now. I already know that the big lessons of this year are going to be rooted in navigating change.