I brought the ship through a bad blow last week without losing a soul, and I've done it more times than I can count. But I came home this time and my youngest barely looked up from her phone, and I realized I don't know the rhythms of this house anymore. I'm a master out there and a stranger in my own kitchen.
More people experience this than they realize.
The years at sea made you a master at work and a stranger in your own life at home.
If this sounds familiar, the Library can help you find the bigger picture.