I’m not sure where I heard it. But it smacked me in the face like a paddle off the side of an old fishing boat. It made such literal sense to me. It was humbling. In the most common, human way. We are all under construction. Maybe it’s because I’m older now and I have more mileage under my belt. Or because I’m a mother. Or maybe it’s because I live more intently. Maybe because being vulnerable in my forties is an actual beautiful and baffling thing. I know, it might sound weird. But maybe it makes complete sense to you too.