Disengaging your panic button

I’ve been going on night walks lately. I used to do this back in the day when I was a struggling screenwriting living in the gutter of the Hollywood Hills. I used to stare at all the mansions nestled like sparkling gems and dream I’d would be in one one day, staring down at the glittering hive in my bathrobe with a cigar dangling from my mouth. Joke. No bathrobe. Just a cigar. This prevented me from actually being present during the…