This morning, it snowed.

As I walked out the door, the world greeted me with a gentle blanket of white. The heavens continued to slowly drift to the ground, one delicate crystal at a time, slowly bolstering the scene. Around me, the air was filled with the peaceful stillness that only fresh snow can bring. It was beautiful. I didn’t recognize the omen, but that peaceful morning was to be a harbinger for a great day.

Work went well. Things just seemed to fall into place. I felt refreshed. I felt excited. I felt intrigued. Why? I think that I might have finally grasped the core — the very essence — of what I’m good at, and the prospect enlivens my soul.

I’ll give it some time to make sure that the theory accurately portrays reality, but I think it has a good chance.

So far, it’s survived the drive home, a brief trip to Target, several chapters of The Smartest Guys in the Room, and a snifter of Delord hors d’age armagnac. Prospects are looking decent that it will last through the night as well.

Should my hypothesis stand the test of time, the question will become: how do I best exploit it?