Panic Room
"Heart break is heart opening." I heard this once. I did not believe it for a long time until I took inventory of all the times my heart had been broken. (Note: this phrase checks out). A week ago, I was on the subway to a SoulCycle class. It was a normal Monday. I had the day off, so I didn't do a whole lot. I went to a dance lesson, I did some laundry, I ate lunch, the usual. On this subway ride, we stop at a station, and a man gets on the train who looks identical, and I mean identical, to my ex-boyfriend. Shortly after that stop, we got stuck underground. Now, if you live in New York City, you are reading this and thinking, "cool, big deal." I get it. It's a normal thing. But, shockingly enough, it's only happened to me twice in the 8 months I've lived here. So, the odds hadn't been great. I was sitting next to this woman, and I feel it. A specific panic sets in, one I am acquainted with, but hadn't felt in some time. I do all the t