We rehearse our fears to lessen them, I once read this by Freud and had a short-lived A-ha moment. Maybe that’s what New York was for me, a fear I had to let loose; fear of being average, fear of missing out, fear of disserting my ideals. New York happened once like a falling parachute, but not even this speed could keep me away from myself. The day I left San Francisco a picture was taken of me outside the…