So, it’s my birthday this week, and as I take stock, I essentially don’t like what I see. My birthday makes me think of my mother. Thinking of my mother makes me think of how she would view me today. Would she be proud? Would she be disappointed? I tend to think that it would be more of the latter. The funny thing about taking stock is that is almost akin to changing horses’ midstream. It’s disconcerting enough to realize that you are in the wrong spot. It’s even better to know that your current position is the result of all of your travels thus far. Now what?