I’m painfully aware that I haven’t particularly been a paragon of positivity these past few years. I’m pridelessly petitioning any pantheon or cosmic presence for power and perseverance in the pursuit of pleasance. As the panel of my peers, please have patience while I program my persona to permanently pause the pity party. Perhaps pretending everything is perfect is pretentious, but it is possibly the first pavestone I can put down on the path to peace. If we pass each other on the promenade, I pray that you place your palms out and pull me into the present. It’s a perilous push to the peak of my potential, but I can persist with the passion and pleasure provided by you, my patrons and paramours.