You ever just… feel like a total fraud, even when you're just living your life? Like, you're 50-something, you got the house, the car, kids are mostly out of the house, but then something tiny happens and it all feels so... precarious. Sometimes you just gotta keep things QUIET, you know? Like this clicky thing in my shoulder. It’s definitely there, especially after a long commute, but if the neighbors saw me in a sling, well. It's just easier to pretend it’s not happening, to keep it all together for the kids, for my mom, for the neighborhood. You just… gotta keep going.