My younger selves would be proud of me for who I am and what my life looks like today. This thought has been hanging around my awareness like a gorgeous Yachats fog cloud for the last 48 hours. On Monday I had lunch with my friend Stephan, whom I first met at a personal development workshop back in 2009 and hadn’t seen in 12 years. (Wonderful meal at Top Burmese!) The potential for self...