I think all of us suffer from vices that rear their heads only when we’re at our lowest, weakest points. Mine are things like:

eating anything within reach that has sugar in it

shopping until I drop

drinking too much wine

But I’ve figured out that my real gut reaction to highly stressful, hurtful, confusing and frustrating situations is to escape.

Hightail it.

Run.

Skip town.

Jump ship.

Flee.

So yes, that’s me you see the back of right now. Running to catch the next train, bags trailing behind. The woman in the wide brimmed hat and sunglasses, glancing quickly over her shoulder to see if any one has figured out she’s escaping. And hoping and praying that wherever she lands next (which is still a mystery to her) will be a peaceful, safer place than the one she is leaving.