I was going to begin by saying I talk a good game. But you know, I don't think that's true. I think it used to be true. I think I used to feign bravery with some facility, but I can't even claim that these days. I've come, instead, to the very disturbing conclusion that I am not brave. I am, in fact, rather petrified most of the time and will do what I can to keep myself even, to keep my days maintainable.
Perhaps it's a phase. Without doubt it will, like everything else, pass. But when? And at what price?
And what will I have missed in the meantime?