Losing this job reveals more than it takes away, and I think that has been the recurring theme for me across my career.

Anyways, the skies are hard to trust these days, and as I was gearing up for one of the only weekends I’d have open for the next couple, they were spelling some heavy doom. Plan was to get off early on Friday, hit it hard, then take Sat and Sun to finish (I didn’t. Spoiler.).

This weekend I called my dad to talk to him about some things that have been bothering me in our relationship. I expected defense. I expected to be told I was wrong, that I was seeing things incorrectly. I expected to feel silly for even bringing it up.

Instead, I was met with grace and a proactive plan on how we’d move forward.