There was a version of me — call her v1.0 — who lived alone, coded until 2 a.m., and considered a few soup dumplings a legitimate dinner. She answered to no one, deployed to production on a whim, and kept all her houseplants alive. Then life shipped a major update. Now I'm running v2.0: a wife, a brand-new mom, and the proud operator of a very opinionated dog who believes 6 a.m. is the ideal time to negotiate his walking schedule. Somewhere in that update, I also rebooted my