Uncertainty is the new black. Embrace it.

We ain't got no idea what we're doing, even if we claim to.

Woke up this morning as a 37 year-old. Semi-hungover, Indigo Girls playing on my Pandora. I walked my dog at 5:14am because that's what one does. I came back, did two things for work, read some shit on the Internet, and sat down to write this blog. Hadn't blogged since Friday or so, and I'm sure my 24 fans out there were missing me.

Eventually I come to …