Yesterday I did a 1000-piece puzzle with Davidson and his siblings and I really enjoyed it. I can’t remember the last time I did one actually. Maybe when I was 10? Not even sure. And probably not 1000 pieces.

I had a stable career in IT, I was living on my own and I was traveling as much as I wanted to. Everything looked good on paper but when I stopped and thought about how my life would be if I continued that job, I couldn’t see myself being happy with having more responsibilities and thus having less family time.