I took the wrong train home last night.
I got confused as to which stop I was at, and made the mistake of assuming both tracks at this station were going in the same direction. Turns out, that happens at a different station.
And so, already leaving work later than I’d hoped and making it through an intense day, and anxious to shift gears into Mom and Kid mode, I daftly boarded an express train going in the complete opposite direction.
Instead of 2 very quick stops to my express train that would have had me home in 20 short and uneventful minutes, I went 20 minutes whizzing through Manhattan and over in to Queens. Those easy 20 minutes slipping through my hands…. Imagining me getting further and further from home.
Pull it together. Remember the logic of the subway system, turn around, and start over.
Funny the moments that almost break you for a second. It didn’t last long, but I felt for a brief time like crumpling to the dirty floor in the subway car…
Some people do sudoku to give their aging brains a work out. I just move to NYC and exercise the shit out of it getting to and from work…
(Kind of a sad truth.)
Note to self- I really need to figure out how to decipher the signage for the 7 train; the tracks look the same- clearly they’re not.

My biggest regret throughout this mishap- not using the washroom at the office before heading out on the commute.