This Letter Is For You (If It Feels Like I’m Talking to You, I Am)

It took me 73 years to figure this out. I hope you don’t wait that long.

Dear Son,

There comes a time in every life when the weight of pretending falls off, and something real begins to rise in its place.

That feeling of being lost? It’s not the end. It’s often the beginning—of awakening.

I didn't start growing up until I was well into my 40s, and even now, at 73, I’m still learning how to show up as myself.

For most of my life…