Starting over… This is literally my new corner of the world, and where, beginning in November I will both work at my job during the day and promote my book, Going Alone at night and on weekends. There’s something about clearing the decks periodically in life, sweeping aside the clutter and baggage of who we were or think we are, in favor of reinvention and new life. This experience—at age 58–makes me fell more like 28, though thankfully without all the mental immaturity and baggage which hobbled me so severely back then. Don’t get me wrong, I’m still a very broken and immature man. But I’ve got a clean piece of paper now to write upon in this new space, home, community and life with my partner Yumiko. I’m reminded now a little of the very last line in my father’s journal, penned just days before his sudden death: “Happy endings. New beginnings.” #goingalone (at Huntington Beach, California) https://www.instagram.com/p/CkB1jY5ydtC/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=