Your Face Called a Meeting Without You

The Agenda Was Chaos

Something in your face has been holding a board meeting without your consent. The jaw: clenched like it’s preparing closing arguments against everyone you’ve ever met. The neck: stiff as an opinion you’ll never change. That muscle behind your left eye: twitching out morse code for “I am not okay but I will not be discussing it.” And somewhere underneath all that? A low-frequency hum. Not anxiety exactly. More like your system knows something is late, but it can’t name what. Like sitting in a dentist’s waiting room while a carnival you should be at passes by outside.

The rest of you? Caught between wanting to sleep for a calendar year and wanting to flip a table and walk out of your own life like it’s a bad restaurant with slow service and an attitude problem. Contradiction? No; this week. The body already knows what’s happening before the calendar confirms it. Something in the tissue is compressing, gathering, preparing to either explode or transform. The cells are voting. The results…