On my way to work each day, I drive past one particular house that always seems to grab my attention. A couple sits at a table on the other side of a large picture window; man and woman, in the same seats, engaged in the same ritual of eating together, each and every morning. The sight of their grey heads in my periphery brings me a strange comfort on my morning drive. I wonder what’s on their menu, and what they talk about, and if they ever switch places at the table.
What would it look like, for us to smash together our collective hunger for change with the satiety that accompanies mundanity? What if a full life is actually the combination of both, a marriage which leads to adventure?
I think we can.
I think we can do it.
I think we can have it all.
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