"There’s nothing like being tossed into necessity to figure out who you are." I’ve moved across the country twice in my life. The first time after college, the second time a decade later. And both experiences taught me volumes about who I was. There’s something about the gravity of physical displacement that invites your truth to bubble to the surface. Proving my theory, that the best way to find yourself is to freight yourself. But here’s the distinction. The first time I moved, I was alone. Nobody to depend on but myself. And that solitude exacerbated the level of emotional, existential and mental pain. The second time I moved, I was with my wife. Radically different experience. Our partnership may not have prevented any storms, but it certainly gave us a surfboard when the waves of anxiety came crashing in. The point is, there are no truer mirrors than the ringers we squeeze ourselves through. But the reflection is a million times easier to look at when somebody you love is standing at your shoulder. Inspired by an interview with Maria Popova.