I'm going to do this more often, the walk home from work has been cold and dark and beautiful, rather than tense and worrying and anxious. It's like living in a film, the unconscious cinematography and mis-en-scene being re-interpreted by their soundtrack. Perfect interaction of stage and actor, art and audience.

Even the couples exhaling like they're smoking cigarettes between their kisses make me smile where I would have simmered and seethed, they're beautiful not because of what they might look like, but because of what they are.

Today I wrote a thousand words as a bird, flying the nest for the first time. Cautious, but ready to launch into the unknown. Yet I found I simply couldn't write the one final crucial word that meant the most of all. I stepped outside myself. Looked. What are you afraid of?

I am afraid of showing how I feel, which is ridiculous, because the whole point is to show how I feel. So today, standing outside myself, I took my own hands and I wrote. I folded. I sealed, and I posted.

Four letters, one word, a whole new way to live.