As a kid I did not have much foresight into the future. Actually, I’m not sure I was even concerned with it, beyond general milestones: a career, a home, a wife, gray hair. At some point in the last few years, however, I’ve become aware that growing up and becoming an adult doesn’t equate to “having it figured out.” Every day is a struggle to make sense of my world and do the best I can by myself and by the people around me. As far as I can tell at this point, this day-to-day struggle will be life long.