I’m having a tough time walking through the fear right now, sitting in the UNT Coliseum and waiting for commencement to begin. This is the reason I came, but the desire to flee is strong. This coliseum seats 9,000 people and the odds of being cornered by my parents or sister while I’m sitting here minding my own business are quite slim, but my hands are shaking so much I can barely type on my BlackBerry and I keep thinking of the Zen book I’m reading and how sometimes all you have to do is remember to breathe. So here I sit, praying and breathing, breathing and praying, asking for the courage not to slink out of here, either literally or figuratively. Breathing and praying: at least I have that to stop the shaking. Namaste.