…is wonderful, provided your friends are game for your particular brand of insanity, which no doubt they are.

And it takes the time honored traditions of overthought and inaction off the table. You’ve committed to an idea to the extent you’re willing to send it to someone, and said someone’s sent it back immeasurably better - this is no small gesture, and you’d be a real so-and-so if you let a song die on the vine because you presently regard the universe with justifiable disdain.

So this is where I find myself, celebratory bourbon in hand, shimmying all by my lonesome to beautiful vocals courtesy of Megan Slankard, equal parts excited and feeling the increasing weight of really, genuinely having no idea what I’m doing.

But if my dance moves are any indication, things are heading in the right direction.