Ten years of notes. Two kids at crossroads. One dad still figuring his out. August 14, 2017. Addison was attending her fourth school in five years. I noticed she'd gone quiet in a way I didn't know how to fix. So, I did what any dad would do - I wrote her a simple note. Nothing profound. I wanted her to know she wasn't alone. I had no idea it would become 2,400+ notes. A spot on TODAY. A Kelly Clarkson Show segment. A book on shelves in South Korea. I really had no idea I'd be writing this post 10 years later. In less than two weeks, Addison leaves for college. Next week, Jackson starts high school. And I'm standing at my own kind of crossroads — 20 years into this career, and I still don't think I've hit my stride. That used to embarrass me. Shouldn't two decades be enough to feel arrived? Then I looked back at what actually kept those notes alive for 10 years. I didn't think I would keep doing it for 10 days! The form never stayed the same. First, it was a Ziploc bag. Someti...