It was only while drifting in a pool that I realized I had closed another chapter in my life. It’s time to write a new one. Even though this has happened several times and my bookshelf keeps growing, I still get a little nervous about starting again. The excitement of new beginnings and discoveries always accompanies this nervousness. Lately, I haven’t been feeling like myself. Normally, I would describe this as feeling lost or losing sight of parts of myself. I’ve discovered that these feelings usually mean I’ve lost something—old ways, habits, or hobbies I used to enjoy. The difference now is how I approach this realization. In the past,…