1:37 in the morning, and here I am. True to form, awake, contemplating the many evolutions and transitions that I am immersed (albeit mostly happily) in, gnawing on the vague fear of change and the unknown, and coming back to the little voice that has been chirping at me louder and louder, "write".

So this is my solemn small late-night over-tired hungry promise, sent out really to nowhere, but to myself: Write. This tiny secret of your passion, and small seed of hope that you've carried since writing the 12 page story about Peter and the Unicorn in 4th grade... write.

Okay then.

I'll be back.