The reason my windshield is so much larger than my rear-view mirror is because where I’m going is more important than where I’ve been. Yada. Yada. Yada. It’s a good analogy and I wish I lived like it were more true, but I don’t. How about you? The fact is I have had my head pretty far up my past since the fall, which is 180 degrees from the pre-fall, 1.0 version of me.