I'm reading the newspaper on a warm Sunday morning. The water clogging my feet tells me I'm standing in the same old puddle but, for that song playing out in the distance, it's a brand new day. A brand new year, a brand new life. I've reminisced enough, I decide it's time to delete. I think it's one of the best features of the times we live in. Delete. All it takes is one soft click and another one confirming that it is, indeed, what you want to do. To delete, trash, throw away, discard and remove. And so with a certainty that surprises me more than it scares, I proceed to delete an entire identity. An identity I played out for so many years and one that many people still associate me with. Funnily enough, I feel no pain or sense of loss. All that remains is this smile on my face. And that, like all things else, is sure to fade.