You know it exists. You’ve felt its embrace. You’ll wait and wait and wait knowing that it will show up and pull all the pain and sorrow from your depressed mind. Then one day, one very, very good day, fortune sways her tiller and relief finally pays you a visit. You rush into its arms, not caring what disruption its presence bring. All you know is that it is finally here with its many precious gifts: Endings that didn’t come soon enough, freedom from layers upon layer of self doubt and dread, and, above all, peace. The orgasmic peace that only comes after a storm. Safety from past fears is assured and I am once again treading on new shoes in a new town with nothing but newness to strike my fancy. Oh all the new things I can think and do. And all the new options available to me too.