Fear is not the enemy. The sharpest moments of clarity I have experienced, continuously follow situations threatening incredible loss. Hardwired, savage "wake the fuck up" moments chase fear for the loss of my life, mobility, status, comfort, personal health, and the health of my loved ones. Today I am moved.Is each year another precarious layer on the house of cards? Can I continue to afford to play to win? Wisdom does come with age...but at the price of quiet terror. Perhaps this unsettling thirty-sense is something I can choose to ignore? Tomorrow marks the beginning of a new chapter, and the first line reeks of optimism.
