I’m having one of those existential crisis when I don’t know if I made the right decision. I mean, I think I did. I know I did. It’s just —- I feel like I had wasted so many years walking down this dreadful path, that it seemed like it was too late to make the right one. I’m very happy I switched course. I love to write. I love to be able to enjoy the freedom of sharing my thoughts on paper. But it’s always a struggle to get out a single word, and I’m afraid.