We had waterfront property for a little while. We rented a small storage unit for a month, and just across the chain link security fence was a pond. Retrieving the few pieces of furniture we had stored, I savored the quiet view one last time before closing the account. It appears that we will not be moving as quickly as we, in our finite reasoning, had determined we should. The storage unit compound is on a gentle slope with smooth pavement and lots of little drop-offs built in, and I looked up and down with my skateboard in hand after loading up the Explorer. I really wanted to skate the place on my final departure, but the security cameras intimidated me. Had I thought better about it, I'd have realized that surely no one is employed to stare at a huge storage unit complex on screen. That would be intensely boring, and probably useless. Still, I didn't want any trouble before I got my deposit back. I suppose that was a violation of Resolution number three: fear less. I slipped my board back into the back of the Explorer, beside my great-grandfather's delapidated red vinyl chair, and left quietly.