Singular Domiciliary

Two years ago I was living alone in a house paid for by the Nature Conservancy on Main street in Karlstad, Minnesota. The pleasure center of nowhere. But I enjoyed myself immensely.

I had never lived alone before in my entire life. I wasn’t even supposed to be living alone. My roommate and coworker had quit, leaving me the entire somewhat dilapidated two bedroom house. It was far from paradise, but it was closer than I had imagined.

Growing up with two brothers and being the youngest meant that I received what I needed and not always what I wanted. Prime on that list was space. I shared a room with my older brother until I was twelve or so. Not a big deal, but it wears on you.

My first semester in college I had a similar taste of solitude when my creepy roommate caught Mono and left school. It was nice, but I wasn’t as much an introvert back then and really didn’t like that dorm. People were always knocking on my door and it was a bit too communal to be considered living alone.

The next college domicile had two roommates, the next three, the next one reached peak roommate at six. That’s right seven people living in a house built in the fifties. To be fair, I was living in a tent in the backyard so they weren’t technically my housemates, but that’s another story.

Ever since college I’ve always lived with at least one other person. I’m not an antisocial curmudgeon, but I had no idea how much of a blessing solo habitation could be.

Midnight guitar practicing, pants optional, early bacon festivals, no squabbling over bills, dishes, or chores. Wait, there’s more: not having to partake in small talk, avoiding their friends coming over, different schedules and morning and night clamoring, full stove and fridge ownership, other’s pets you somehow become part owner of, immediate toilet access, man this list could really go on forever. But this is nothing new to you. It surprised me.

It seems natural though that most people are aware of the panacea that living alone can be. In fact, an unscientific study I just made up claims that 84% of adults would choose to live alone if they could afford to. And there’s the crux; it costs more to dwell independently.

The price disparity between cohabitation and loner habitation is basic economics and I really don’t feel the need to explain why. I won’t go around parading that my own personal domicile is a right because it works best for me. But it is a damn shame.

Now, I fully realize that many disagree with my penchant for household sovereignty. It surprises me when I hear people say that they prefer roommates over none. Perhaps they are sometimes fooling themselves because they know they can’t afford to live alone so why not believe it undesirable rather than be miserable.

I am not a miserly misanthrope about all roommates. I have actually quite enjoyed some roommates in the past. It is nice coming home after a hard day and talking about it over a beer in the kitchen or making a huge pot of stew that can be shared. Friends of roommates are also great ways to meet new friends. However, I find all of these cases to be in the minority of actuality. 24/7 human interaction saps me of my happiness. I need a retreat at the end of a day to create and recuperate.

What I’m really trying to say is that one of my life goals as paltry and abstract as it seems, is to live alone. For how long I’m not sure. I would think that at least a year would be fruitful to glean data from. My creativity and productivity increase for some reason when I can wake up with the knowledge that I don’t have to tiptoe when I’m feeling boisterous or contrarily be confronted by an incendiary roommate when I’m feeling dogged.

Why should you care about any of this? I’m not sure. But now you know of my desire and so do I. Sometimes it takes a bit of writing out my thoughts to understand what I really think.



The Clarity of Restraint

Hi! You’re probably a great person, right? You’re interested in many things but have that one desire that you’d like to accomplish. Maybe it’s getting a PHD in physics or building a stock car. Maybe you don’t even know what that thing is your seeking, but you know that something is there looming in the desired future version of you life. Call it an aspiration for greatness  or an underlying philosophy of improvement. Or maybe you’re just tired of being broke. What are you going to do about it?

The most simple answer is to say, “it will happen someday.” You can tell yourself that everyday as you dress for work, as you turn on the TV when you get home, and as you brush your teeth at night and still believe it. You can tell others you’re working on it, even though the last time you touched your project was four months ago for 45 minutes one sunny Saturday. The most dangerous part is that you might even believe yourself.

“Well! If I only had more time” you say, “if my job didn’t suck all my energy out of me” or “If I didn’t have a family” or the worst one of all “I’m stuck and don’t know how to proceed.”

Excuses are like weapons of mass destruction. Anyone can claim they exist, but upon closer inspection they seem to evaporate and you just end up in a twenty year war with yourself wasting effort in your delusions.

You’ve got work to do and it’s not being done. That is all that is happening here. Try and obfuscate it with comfortable excuses. Nobody will blame you because they’re all doing the same.

This isn’t a message of tough love imploring you to quit your job to follow your dreams. Quite the opposite in fact. I want to know what you are willing to do in spite of the fact that you have other obligations.

Everyone claims that they could be a painter, musician, writer, baker, dancer, explorer, yoga teacher, insert cool looking Instagram job, if they only had time to plan it out, practice, and learn.

Here’s the thing, you don’t have the time, so what are you going to do for your dream?

Will it remain idle and become a wistful imagination slowly decomposing through the decades? I don’t think so. As mentioned earlier, this is your thing. This is why you are here. Don’t let the lack of time seem like an opponent, instead see it as a blessing.

I know people who are independently wealthy and have the entire day at their command who also have dreams. And you know what? They still don’t get them done. They lack the impetus that is scarcity. You do not. You must choose to work at your goal because tomorrow will have as many if not more limits than today.

There is no better way to schedule, plan, and execute than within constraints. Limitations act as a frame to build off of. Use them while you have them because when you are successful they will fall away, leaving the structure of your dream free-standing. If you cease to put the same diligence into maintenance that you put into construction, your dream will not stand long.

Yes, it’s hard. Few will understand why you are doing what you’re doing. Your sacrifices will lead to further sacrifices as you gain traction. But you will have something that those who never had to struggle to realize their dream will have. The clarity of restraints to guide you forward in the most meaningful and efficient manner possible.

How to Keep Your Brain From Exploding

Let’s talk about the difference between just in case learning vs. just in time learning.

It appears that the phrase was coined by a fellow named John Cook about eleven years ago or so. I don’t know him, so we will forget he ever existed.

I first heard about this concept from Isaac Morehouse and it immediately resonated as one of those ideas that you’ve always known was true but never heard out loud before.

The summary: Just in case learning is picking up knowledge and skills for an unknown future use. Just in time learning entails parsing what needs to be known for an applicable task.

Of those two, just in case learning seems quite dumb. Why learn about underwater welding if you are a banker? And you’re right, it is a pretty inefficient way to approach the challenges of life. It is also exactly what most schools teach which informs my initial distaste of the concept.

It’s great and all that I learned about covalent bonding in chemistry, but I have not and most likely never will use that knowledge in my existence. But, the school district thought, “Maaaybe this kid will be a Nobel scientist so we better stress him out with tests and elaborate formulas.”

Many of you know how I feel about public schooling and expect an excoriating report on how their policy of just in case learning is completely out of touch with reality and is the reason why we have dumpster fire politicians. However, I may surprise you yet. Let’s cover just in time learning first.

To learn something as the need arises has countless advantages. I had no idea how to change the struts on a 1998 Camry, all I knew was that the mechanic wanted $1,400 to do it and that wasn’t gonna happen. Yet I still needed an automobile. The parts were $400 and the YouTube video was ten minutes long. The work took about five hours. Just in time.

Even if I had been taught how to change a strut in seventh grade, I probably would not have recalled the exact procedure fifteen years later and it would have been very broad and most likely not applicable to my car’s model. There are simply too many variables to learn about every specific car’s construction, correct tool usage, and types of struts to fit in our porridge filled heads. Keep in mind that is with all of the other stuff we are supposed to keep in our minds. Just in case learning seems to be insane when examined realistically. To be sure, it is an inefficient way to approach any task, but what if you don’t have a task?

Say it’s Saturday, you worked hard on a project all week at work, learning as you went along and stretching your brain with useful skills. You cooked a fritatta this morning which you had to find an exact recipe for. This afternoon you are planning a hike, and choose to look up the types of flora and fauna in the area to learn potential hazards. As you hike you read a topographic map to understand the elevation changes ahead of you so as best to prepare your water consumption. When you’re done you want to find the closest restaurant with the best nachos. When you finally get home you think you’d like to relax after such a tiresome day, but something is preventing you. There’s a little nagging thought that craves to know how to prevent muscles from feeling sore the next day. After thirty minutes pretending to be a doctor on the internet you determine that a soak in Epsom salts are the necessary prescription, so you put pants back on and drive to Walgreen’s to acquire said salts. When you are finally done with your soak, it’s time to read a book and go to sleep. But, what to read?! The just in time mindset craves something useful, but your day is done. There is another project in a couple of weeks that you might as well start learning for, but is that too far in advance to learn about? What is the delineation between ‘in case’ and ‘in time’? As you lay in bed with your eyes wide open pondering the meaning of time your brain then explodes from overthinking.

Yes, that was a fine bit of exaggeration, but my thesis remains. Just in time learning is more efficient that just in case learning but also has pitfalls.

You may think our Saturday man here is a stalwart of logical action and see nothing wrong in his numerous preparations. By all means when something is required of you, dive right in and drink in as much as you need to. What matters is knowing when to stop drinking and look up to notice that you part of an experience and not the entirety of it.

Jumping frenetically from one learning project to the next can become an addiction. It will make your check lists very sexy and your efficiency will increase up to a point. What’s missing is space to make abstract connections. Aimless pondering aka, curiosity.

Leonardo Da Vinci didn’t have an exact reason to figure out why fish are swifter than birds despite being in a heavier medium, water. He just wanted to know because it pleased him to. Never mind that he would use the principles gleaned from following aimless curiosity to later create specific inventions or pieces of art. The just in time camp would say he was wasting his time investigating the tongues of woodpeckers, but it is hard to quantify the lessons that lead to his numerous creations. Da Vinci was no stranger to just in time learning though. He was a quick study and highly adaptive creator. But along with practical applications he had a healthy appetite for the supposedly impractical wanderings of the mind.

Da Vinci had countless incomplete projects and harebrained ideas. If he could have focused his genius slightly more, who knows, maybe humans would have achieved flight four-hundred years earlier.

The same goes for any fastidiously practical person. Perhaps if Henry Ford had spent more time wondering about the principles behind the shapes of clouds instead of the best ways for his employees to be clean, the automobile industry might have had an entirely different future.

Perhaps there are simply two different types of humans out there, the granular and the general. I can’t say one is better than the other as I have only been myself my whole life and do what works for me. I do believe that a healthy mix of both is better than a pure strain of either. Actual tasks require hard knowledge to complete but informing hard knowledge with peripheral knowledge is the difference between perfunctory performance and creative innovation.

Will Money Make You Happy?

What is the correlation between money and happiness, if any?

Let’s clear up the air first and foremost, I am not, nor ever have been monetarily rich by American standards. I make the distinction between rich and monetarily rich for an important reason. Riches, wealth, whatever you want to call it are extremely subjective. The patient in the asylum who believes she is the queen of England is far more wealthy than the millionaire who sleeps three fitful hours a night and is heavily leveraged in stocks.

For the sake of this wordsplosion, I am going to assume that we’re talking about monetary riches. How important to your life satisfaction is having progressively larger numbers appear in your bank account as time moves on? I suppose the elephant in the room is asking exactly what you are sacrificing to increase those numbers.

I am not one to say that having vast sums of money makes you a good person or inherently moral. For every entrepreneur who has bootstrapped a solution that helped millions there is a fat crony and politician who extorted millions. Unfortunately, the two get conflated all too often, but that is not for us to discuss this time around.

There is certainly a cult of money worship the world over and it’s nothing new. Those who had the money ruled those without. Often without as much oppression as our Hollywood movies depict. It’s as old as pharaohs, Nebuchadnezzar, and the Medici’s. Historically, people are generally ready and willing to defer their own judgment to a rich ruling class. Perhaps we tend to view rich people as competent and more qualified than ourselves to solve complex problems. After all, they are rich and we are not, despite the ubiquitous desire to be so.

Of course, wealth distribution in the past was more on the crony side and less on the entrepreneur side. One of the most ancient rules of power is to never outshine the master, causing enterprising individuals to either be branded heretics or keep their mouths shut. Not that that happens at all these days…Anyways! Since the 17th-18th century, the government cronies of the world have faced constant revolution in their power game and concentration of wealth.

It’s hard to say exactly what unleashed the explosion of collectively repressed ideas and freedom the world over, but I think it was technology. Whether it was Gutenberg’s widely available printing press or the rediscovery of money lending leading to double entry accounting, the Renaissance happened and the world was never the same. Family’s such as the Medici began to concentrate wealth and people were happy to pledge fealty to them as they themselves became middle class from servicing the desires of the rich. Goldsmithing, painting, architecture, mathematicians, notaries, you name it, all arose to handle the requests of the rich on their own initiative (and unfortunately lineage at first). Still, there was now competition to get a contract which led to innovation. Let the cycle repeat and now here we are pocket computers and Bluetooth shoelaces.

Now, you’re thinking, “uhh, weren’t we talking about me being rich and my personal happiness?” Yes, you’re not wrong, but I had to lay some ground work for my own thoughts to jelly out.

Does money make you happy? The short answer is, no.

Having a purpose is what creates happiness. And also, not being hungry, covered in filth, cold, and lonely. But if you do things right, those should solve themselves.

It always comes back to purpose.  What makes you come alive?

Don’t ask what the world needs. Ask what makes you come alive, and go do it. Because what the world needs is people who have come alive.

-Howard Thurman

So long as you are not an insane megalomanical asshat, bent on world destruction, following your desires will benefit others. Don’t get me wrong, we all have our days, but in general, helping yourself can only help others. This is why petty jealousy is so unfounded at the core. We can only succeed when others around us succeed.

It is foolish to wish misfortune upon others as we are only ensuring it for ourselves. Just because Steve Jobs made billions doesn’t mean I lost money, quite the opposite in fact. If the barista down the corner makes $200 in tips today, she will use it to better her life by following her purpose which means exchanging with others who’s lives are then bettered. It’s a beautiful system once fully grokked.

Still, it all comes back to having a purpose. I find that the people who are often the loudest antagonists to wealth have no clear life purpose. They wander from job to job, all the while letting life happen to them, and not really having the time to think about others or what they can do for them. How do I know this? Because that was me.

I will never forget how low I felt when I checked my number account balance one time and read “$0.36 cents.” I felt like a real depressed turd which in turn made me more self-absorbed which created a spiral of darkness. It’s hard to get your head out of your ass once it’s firmly set. I wasn’t a mean or evil person and I wasn’t afraid of hard work. I was a jealous person caught without a purpose.

Here’s the thing about purpose, it doesn’t have to be correct and final. Purposes change, what’s important is having one. Even if it seems selfish, it inherently can’t be. Unless it’s murder, arson, or some other heinous power trip. But that’s not you right? Right?! Good…

Once you have a purpose, you start to collaborate with others to make it so. This often turns into a job, whether employed by others or yourself, and inevitably you are compensated for your job. Your compensation is lower the less people you help. Selling sandwiches to 300 people a day seems like a lot of help, and it is, but selling software to 10 million people that repeatedly solves their problems, makes your work more valuable in our society. I think most anyone can do either job, but most don’t make software sales their purpose. Nor should it be. You should do what makes you come alive and I guarantee you will be compensated.

However, if you do desire a boat and a mansion, but really like making sandwiches, you have to choose which is really your purpose. Or find a way to make sandwiches make you millions, of which there are plenty of people who have. I know one personally.

There are countless ways to make money and buy what comes with it. If that’s your purpose, be a lawyer or a doctor and don’t complain that you hate your job because, your real purpose was the money all along. Which is fine, but kind of boring in my opinion. I tend to lean towards problem solvers and creative types. They always keep me guessing and improving my own purpose.

Money will most certainly not make you happy if it is not your sole purpose, which I think if we’re honest with ourselves, it rarely is. Being dead broke and bitter usually means that you either don’t have a purpose or have been avoiding it. There are countless wealthy, unhappy people, so, no, large numbers in an account don’t correlate to happiness. Then again there are many more poor people who are unhappy, so there is a correlation but not a causation. Happiness is not based in wealth, but purpose.

Money just so happens to follow purpose, so go and get you some.

Wisdom is Pain

Wisdom is pain.

We all strive to know the most to make our lives as pleasant as possible for their entirety. For some, this means learning enough about accounting to receive a healthy paycheck to raise a family and die surrounded by familial love.

For others, it means arduously cycling around the world for fifteen years. And in the process, maybe getting ringworm, robbed, and breaking your femur in a car accident.

Learning is important but more useful with an end in place. I know that familiar saying about life being a journey instead of a destination. But what about that journey is your day to day thoughts and imaginings? The destination is comprised of such.

Wisdom is a highly sought after and appreciated trait. Almost nobody is wise, least of all those who claim to be.

Wisdom is pain and pain is the result of a well-experienced journey. Pain results from not insulating yourself from circumstances beyond your control. What you can’t control can inform you and better teach you how to control it. Even if you never truly master it.


Past Kelly

As I sit here after two 12 hour days of computer touching for work and otherwise, I can’t help but be struck at what I’ve become.

Three years ago, I would have thought I was crazy. Not because I hated hard work. In fact, I used to work excessively hard but with equal part stupidity. The equivalent of digging a ditch with a spoon.

It’s not the effort that would strike past Kelly, it would be the seeming lackluster appeal of sitting at a desk all day drafting emails, writing training manuals, speaking with clients, sifting through data. Past Kelly would surely scoff at the seemingly abstract and futile nature of my work. That’s why I killed him.

There is nothing I know that is better for the soul than putting in long days to a meaningful pursuit. It is invigorating and spine tingling to know that you are on the cusp of a great discovery: internal or external. Food matters less, the petty drama the others choose to obsess over seems like a foreign culture.

Past Kelly wasn’t too obsessed with the petty drama, but he wasn’t above it. He simply didn’t know what to pump his effort into and as a result, became subject to the whims of  coincidence and more confident individuals.

It’s all good though. That’s how I had to learn. I’ll still have to learn that lesson again and again. And, probably again.

What we lack often follows us through life. Only we get better at naming it and fear hates being recognized.

Fat and Sassy

Ahoy! I am feeling fat and sassy. If you don’t get that reference and aren’t too afraid of irreverent (and slightly disturbing) cartoons, I suggest discovering Don Hertzfeldt’s rejected cartoons which premiered 239 internet years ago:

Here we are again. Screen and me. And maybe you too. I’ll be frank, I’m beat after working twelve hours today. I only have so much creative juice in a day, and today it was spent on Salesforce reports. If you don’t know what that means consider yourself fortunate.

So, I’ll leave you with a silly cartoon, no real idea proposed except that perhaps some days, the work most people don’t see is the best you produce.

Does Believing Supersede Doing?

Do you believe that simply repeating your desires whether in your head, out loud, or in written form, will make them happen?

Yeah, me neither. But lately I have been tickled by the idea put forth by Scott Adams known as affirmations.

He has had more than a few things go his way supposedly aided by writing out the desired outcome fifteen times a day. Affirming the truth before it is true. His examples range from pricing successful stocks, going on dates with women far out of his league, and becoming a wildly successful cartoonist.

He is the first to admit that his methodology and sample size is far from scientific and that he may be willfully forgetting failed attempts at affirmations. Even with these caveats he is still very open about his belief in affirmations.

And I think I agree with him.

To be clear, I do not believe sitting on a couch watching Netflix and wishing for a million dollars 15 times a day on a piece of paper is wise idea. Even if it does somehow work, you will most likely have to spend your unlikely fortune contending with type 2 diabetes.

I’m talking about wanting something, really badly, and then getting it by going for it. And, yes, repeating to yourself that you will get that thing before it is so. Scott Adams didn’t sit back, write it down and forget it. He still actively worked to make his affirmations true.

But, but! What if you don’t get the thing?! Isn’t it risky to get your hopes up by believing in the far-fetched and challenging?!

Sure, I suppose it is. But isn’t it also risking not believing in yourself and your dreams at all? And isn’t it even more risky to not have any goals whatsoever?

I write that last line reluctantly because I know of a class of people who claim to be beyond goals. In their cosmic arrogance they say, “Why make a goal when the future is uncertain? It is a sure way to wind up in an unhappy rat race that ends in a meat grinder.” These folk live in a squishy zone of uncertainty and myopic nihilism. And, without fail, they still have goals, even if their goal is to be without desire, which is ironically perhaps the hardest goal to achieve.

The real issue here is that nobody is certain of the goal they want to dive headlong into. Often we hear people say they weren’t born with innate talent like Tesla or Mozart therefore they are doomed to wander aimlessly through life. Well Mozart had parents who basically glued his ass to a piano bench, good for him I guess? And Tesla had photographic memory, a horrible sense for business acumen, and died insanely jealous and poor. Einstein spent years as a patent clerk and most of his life in an unhappy marriage.

Innate talent is overrated. Find something you want to do, repeat to yourself that it will happen, and do it. Do not boast or brag about anything that has not happened. Better still, don’t brag or boast about anything that has happened. Own it and move on to the next goal. It is completely selfish. For all the bleeding altruists out there, don’t worry, outside of politics it’s impossible to better yourself and not better the lives of others.

The more you believe that you will, without doubt achieve the heights you seek, the more certain it will happen.

But be careful what you wish for, because when it does come true you will not be able to stop and you will be responsible. If that scares you, best go back to armchair criticism and leave life to the big girls out here.

Sick Day!

Phew, it has been one cozy and sick day. All day rain, infinite tea, napping kitty partner, and headaches + nausea!

The annual San Francisco sickness has struck again. Almost 365 days exactly since it last hit me. That time though, it took my voice away. Here’s to hoping it has mutated past that phase.

Anywho, I don’t usually get seriously ill but maybe once a year, so here’s also to hoping that streak continues. I’ll be set for the rest of the year!

If you can’t tell by now, I am indeed stalling for lack of having any meaningful thoughts expounded from my fever dream mind and frail fingers. It is unnatural to feel like such a turd, but still a nice unhealthy reminder that life is full of random tests.

Can’t say I’ve passed it, but I don’t hate myself, so…I got that going for me. Which is nice.

How to Make The World Better

I’ve come to realize that I don’t make my sometimes controversial opinions all that public. At least these days.

In the past, I was a little shit head. My days would consist of scouring the internet like a scrap metal hoarder and crafting little mean-spirited missives to individuals I sometimes didn’t know at all. It didn’t matter if I sometimes thought my intentions were pure. Nobody walked away happy.

My fuel was a misguided level of self-certainty with a healthy dose of flippancy. I’ve never considered myself an outwardly cruel person with the intent to burn it all down. Then again, I used to not treat myself very well, which inevitably leaked through to how I treated others. An unpleasant truth that we all could do with more acknowledgment of.

So, I used to delight in blasting peoples’ sensibilities with things I knew to be the absolute, perfect, truth, that was unpalatable to the consensus opinion and sit back. In reality, I would get horribly anxious after publishing my crappy little thoughts with grandiose intent.

What if offended someone I cared about? Are my ideas impenetrable enough to withstand any and all criticism? Would I end up looking like a fool? Would I lose respect?

I can say in hindsight that the answer to all of those questions is, absolutely.

Hell, why do you think I named this blog, Innocent Ideas: Until proven guilty? It’s a neat little backdoor for me to escape through when I inevitably cross a few lines that I’m not altogether proud of.

BUT! With all this having been said, I still think it is important to publish controversy. Puppy videos, milquetoast commentaries on how everyone should just be nice, and the obligatory Trump hate are boring and obvious. Nobody learns from boring and obvious except to despise small talk with those types. Honestly, I am more offended by people writing safe opinions than those exposing what’s in their heart, as much as I may disagree with it.

My vision is not for a completely polarized society spitting hatred back and forth. It is for honest, constructive discourse. I realize this may sound somewhat wide-eyed in a world  we are constantly reminded can be deceitful and destructive. But this is why, in spite of all the little hate-filled nuggets being volleyed about via social media, governments, and news conglomerates, we must keep our heads and hold ourselves to a higher standard.

There is nothing wrong with holding a controversial opinion and even telling hundreds of people about it via a silly rectangular status box on Facebook. What matters, and why I was always shitty and anxious, is the intent behind your opinion. Are you really trying to help people or are you trying to inflate yourself?

It can be attractive to perceive yourself as being on the cutting edge of controversy and all of the publicity that goes along with it. Or, these days, the paltry hits of dopamine that come from Likes and fiery comment threads. But are you actually proffering useful and well-intended advice despite it perhaps going against the grain, or are you seeking notoriety?

If the answer is the latter then you need help. But life is a long time, usually. There is time to make mistakes, offend, and lose relationships. Though you will never lose the shame, and perhaps rightfully so. The most pertinent and pervasive lessons often come with a weight of past guilt.

There is nothing wrong with holding an unsavory opinion that will lose some people along the way. That’s the nature of being a unique shape with all your particular angles instead of seeking to be an innocuous circle. What I do implore is that before you go whipping out you opinion in public, is to first ask yourself:

1) What is my intent with sharing this thought? If it’s not to help others, you are publicly masturbating. Don’t do that. And 2) Be open to the possibility that you are wrong. If you never fear being wrong it means your intentions are genuinely helpful and you will always be learning. And that, is how we make the world better.