It is seemingly a normal day. No normal days have ever existed for me. Thus, it is a normal day. On a normal day is when I want to start. It is not an event to start, rather there is a feeling to follow in order to start. The start of this race is not with a bang, instead I am stepping into the race that is already going, into a river that is already meandering, and once inside, just monitoring my place between the banks. And then I take control of my current spot in the current. Perfectionism It…