peace. It was as if it were almost thirty years previous and I had simply jumped back in time/space in an older, beefier man-suit. It was one of those perfect, transcendent, magical moments we live for. I sure hope there is a theater department in the next world. Sign me up for the general auditions if there is.)

Years from now (hopefully many), when you are at the end of your life, you may still have regrets. But seeking the way of the Essentialist is unlikely to be one of them. What would you trade then to be back here now for one chance—this chance—to be true to yourself? On that day, what will you hope you decided to do on this one?