When I was young, I always knew who to go to for advice: my dad. I had complete trust that he would understand how to navigate difficult situations, resolve conflicts, or identify when it was time to accept something that was beyond my control.
Sometimes he’d give me clear directions. More often than not, though, he’d put the situation back in my lap with one simple phrase.
Do what you know is right.
This was almost always the best advice because I could almost always determine which option was right, and which option was wrong. That was then. Now…