It’s less than an hour to midnight.
My wife and I just got home from an evening out with friends. It was more or less like normal, at least what normal used to mean. The sunset splashed brilliant colors across the horizon tonight as we ate, drank and made merry with friends, content in parenthood but happy to be without our children for a few hours all the same. Now that I think about it, it felt eerily normal.
And yet so much has changed.
Events of the last 18 months have left this a much different world than the one we probably thought we were going to be getting.
I realized tonight that the world is getting a much different version of me as well.
One of my favorite parables is about the Cherokee grandfather telling his grandson about the two wolves battling within us all. He tells his grandson that one wolf represents virtue, courage, love, truth, and joy. The other represents hardship, anger, jealousy, fear and hate. The little one thinks for a moment before asking which one wins. The wise old grandfather responds, “The one you feed.”
Life during the time of Covid was the most consequential period of my life. I ended up feeding the good wolf and came out the other side a different person than the one that went in.
Tomorrow, let’s start talking about how.