Our lunch-time conversation today — during winter break, we get to eat all our meals together — revolved around the idea of discipline and seasons. The notion that there are seasons in life where one area will become the primary focus, pushing other areas down lower on the priority list. Our twenties were about relationship and marriage, education and career. Our thirties, which Murray is already well into and I stand a few months on the cusp of, necessarily will be about other things. Perhaps discipline.