A journal to reassure myself when I’m overwhelmed by the creeping sense of impending disaster and the all-encompassing fears both specified and vague that colonize my mind, body, and soul, all of which, from the completely far-fetched to the sometimes probable, do me no good to contemplate and in fact make me miserable, and even though optimism may be in self-aware and I’ll-places, I know I’ll be happier as a blind fool than as a clairvoyant apocalyptic. A guided journal.