Day 8 of this work trip. After a 13-hour day yesterday, I think it’s finally starting to catch up with me.

I’ve been traveling for this job for a long time, but this is the loneliest trip I’ve ever taken.

Seventeen days ago, my wife and I had the conversation that led us to decide to get a divorce. We’re still living under the same roof with our teenager, who is handling it remarkably well. For a long time we’ve been living parallel lives—more like roommates than spouses. Now we’re officially roommates. I’ve moved into the spare bedroom.

We still care deeply about each other, and we’re moveing through this as friends.

There is sadness, recognition, and excitement…

Sadness for what was and what could have been…

Recognition that some pieces of our puzzle simply didn’t fit, no matter how much we wanted them to…

Excitement because we both get to write the next chapter of our lives… even though this is where our stories diverge.

I’ll continue being the best father and friend I can be through this whole process.

And today, in the middle of it all, I’ve got my hot cup of coffee, books to read, work to do, and a world to appreciate!