I have just finished my first quarter at the Headwaters Foundation and I think I have found the fountain of old age, not the fountain of wisdom but the fountain of aging more quickly than I even thought possible. Ultimate responsibility sounds fun (or maybe it doesn't) but feeling personally responsible for the global economic meltdown and its impact on the foundation's endowment is not a good time. On a side note, I have found out that my new gray hairs are an unsettling shade of white and my curls turn into a hard zig zag pattern. I am really looking forward to a whole head of this. Despite all of that, I really am loving the new job. I get to work with staff, donors, and nonprofits that are making the world a better place everyday. The longer I am in philanthropy, the more appreciative I am of that fact.