There are some things that you can find, no more than fleeting moments, but they are profound enough to build a life on.

It was when he was in the shower that he had the idea. Somewhere between rinsing off the soap and shaving he realized that what he needed was some sort of symbolic rebirth, a transformation that would signal his shift into a new way of life.

He had been trying to change his ways for some time. After his kid came he knew that his habits would need to be adjusted. But some rebellious portion of his nature preferred to exist in denial and continue with its self destructive pursuits.

The second time his wife picked him up from the police station she didn’t take him home. Instead she dropped him off at his parents’ house and told him not to come back until he “got his shit together.”

He’d been working on that ever since.

So far he had found that the harder you try to change yourself, the more difficult it becomes.

That was how his plan was formed for his rebirth.

After his shower he slid into a pair of somewhat unwashed jeans and a wrinkled green t-shirt with a picture of a chubby chef with hooded eyes and the words “Freshly baked” on the front.

“Where are you going Jonah?” his mother asked as he walked through the kitchen.

“Just gonna run into town and see Jasper,” he told her.

He donned his rose colored sunglasses as he stepped out the door into a bright weekday afternoon.

There was a sense of freedom to his gate as he walked. You wouldn’t know that he had a destination in mind from they way he gamboled down the sidewalk with, if not a skip, at least a healthy bounce to each step.