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I worry. I fear that anything worth writing has already been written, and that anything someone like me can write will be flat and tone deaf. I want to believe that I can bring new thoughts, new worlds, and, in effect, new consciousnesses. That's ego for ya. I shouldn't concern myself at all with such things. There is still great value to be found in new voices, new arrangements, and new representation. Shall I concern myself with being a bringer of value? I think not. I would contend that the only duty I have is to myself. While it may seem like ego, I have been able to convince myself - with a disturbing lack of fight - that it's not. It's exorcism. It's freedom.

My career has always been one of battles. I think every job, certainly every body of work, has them. Not all are worth winning, but many are worth getting a bloody nose for. Protection of client and customer data and the ethics around how it is used is, in my opinion, one of them.

I'm starting to like you.