My universe has been tilting over the last year onto a new axis. Exterior markers that had defined my world shook and crumbled. Change in how I see myself is inevitable. Everywhere I turn signals point onto the next highway I am mapping. Five recent articles in major publications are all versions of pieces I have wrote, am writing, wrote in my mind. And my writings are calling to me, while my obligations have tethered me, trapped me. Escape is inevitable.