Adaptation

Warning: If you see me in my car in a parking lot, don't look; just keep walking. My car has become my staging ground. Since I started back to work three weeks ago, I have discovered that the car is an excellent place to cry. I didn't plan it that way. It just turned out to be a place of solitude and reflection. So now, after weeks of repairing tear-stained streaks, I delay putting on makeup until I reach the parking lot. There, I can both pull and put myself together before joining my colleagues.