On Figuring

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My dog keeps looking at me like I have all the answers, like I am about to do something incredible, and she’s going to be there for it. I’m eating apple slices. There’s no caramel, no peanut butter. I don’t even think I have salt. It’s just an apple, dog. Go lay down.

I remember coaching rugby practices and the team asking, “Hey coach, what’s next?” and I’d flip through my clipboard to find the perfect drill, but I’d have no idea. I…