It’s one thing or another. My heart hurts. My back aches. She’ll get pregnant and then I won’t be free on my own anymore. I’ll run out of money and have to go back to work and give up the writing life. But it’s any sign of ill health that’s the worst. I can get through anything if I’m alive and strong. I guess I’m still afraid to die. That’s what I need to work on—learning to die. My friend told me about an inscription (from Ancient Greece, I think), “If you learn to die before you die then you won’t die.” I also read somewhere else about being “in harmony with the flow of life.” I’ve been spending all my time writing and sometimes reading, but I need to spend more time meditating, learning to die, and flowing with life. Maybe then I won’t worry so much.