I’ve always caught my breath at the interview question “Tell me what you expect to be doing in 10 years.”

The deer looks straight into the headlights. So many possibilities, so many variables . The bean-counting left brain balks.

“How could I possibly know?” the real self wants to say while the interview self is spitting out some hopefully endearing, well-rehearsed answer.

It wasn’t till last month that I was finally able to fax myself a decade hence and meet my future self.