First Things First

A rare self-portrait: a sense of renewal in the summer of haze and smoke of wildfire. 2017.

A rare self-portrait: a sense of renewal in the summer of haze and smoke of wildfire. 2017.

I married a master tactician and analyst. He's brilliant; he's good at everything I am not. And I'm good at the skills or controls he lacks. We are yin and yang, a rare breed of a couple. He teaches me things he learns from reading Harvard Business Review, books written by M.I.T. professors, and living inside case studies. I teach him, well, you'd have to ask him. He'd say something smart ass, like how to burn toast or how to pick up dog poo.

I do like our walks and musings. What could a business analyst teach an artist? Something simple and easy to say. It goes like this: First Things First. I'll let you chew on that. 

He and I move at different paces but we both come back to one place in the end....