Day One

At thirty five I quit engineering to write and cook, feed

my life with smaller measures of  success.  I wanted to find the

Genuine, the Happy.  I want only to live my days knowing

I was doing something that will make my life count.

So I quit,  without nothing but dreams.  No connections,  no marketable skills,

nothing.  Just the nervous prickles on my skin, that instinct to transform.  In my hand, a  smooth stone,  this new found bravery,  the audacity to finally reveal myself to me.