It’s Sunday afternoon and it’s a hot day in Berlin. I made pancakes for the kids and then Justin and I took off on our own for coffee and breakfast. We sat at a sidewalk table and ate bagels with salmon and then we walked across the street, sat at another sidewalk table and drank a tall beer. If I have learned anything so far, it is that a cold beer makes everything better. I’ve been reading Alan Watts book, The Wisdom of Insecurity: A Message for an Age of Anxiety, and that it also helping me kick my insufferable case of melancholy. I happen to find myself in a place I have truly wanted to be and it’s not everything I imagined, but I suppose that shows my lack of imagination. I’ve been winding myself up so tight that I am not grasping the impossibility of creation in the first place. Nothing is written for us here and no one can send me the next chapter so I can catch a clue, but everyday I am turning a new page.