Stops.

She was standing behind the yellow line. Staring at her reflection in the glass doors. Her muddy white shoes carried a world of stories etched into every dirt-ridden streak. She never cleaned them, unless it rained.

Today. Today, she was embarrassed of them. She met a friend for lunch. Her shoes, her dress, her hair, her life, seemed impeccable. She had it all together. And, here she was, standing behind the yellow line, dirty shoes and no goals to boot.

She thought to herself, "okay, let's not get disheartened. You have time. Life is long, you can still make it. Let's take it one day at a time." But just as she finished her train of thought, she heard the sound of the engine from the incoming train. This abrupt interruption made her stop in her tracks, just as she was getting on.

"Maybe I take it one day at a time a little too much?"

"Is it even advisable to live in the present?"

"Does it make sense that I'm almost 30, working part-time, making next to nothing and meeting successful friends while wearing dirty shoes?"

The doors closed right in front of her eyes. She didn't move an inch. She was in the middle of an epiphany.

"Maybe everything I've believed so far has done me more harm than good."

"Better take the next train."

And, so she does. She gets on the next one. Finds a seat. Plugs in her earphones. Gets out her book and loses herself in stories from far, far away.

Just another day.