I gave a talk today about my car crash and my sisters and what living so close to death taught me about life. I’ve performed on stage enough to not be nervous about crowds in general, and I’ve written about, and contemplated, those things enough that it’s not really *painful* per se when I talk about them. But sharing that stuff without the safety lines on a page is probably the most emotionally exhaustive thing I voluntarily put myself through. If you’re ever around after I give that talk, and I seem a bit awkward or off, that’s why! Chur.