I keep thinking if I just do everything PERFECTLY then it can't happen again. The other shoe. Can't drop. But that's not how it works, is it? Even if I'm Superwoman at work, the world still spins, things still break, and I'm still waiting. Just. Waiting. Boxing gloves on standby. Tea lukewarm. Boston in January, even the sunlight feels like a threat. Maybe I should just move. Start over. Again. But the exits are always in the back of my mind, aren't they? @Ash knows. We both know. The mask stays on, but the escape plan is always there.