I march onward. Even after the muscles in my neck seize up and I can barely move. Even after I burn my hand on the stove. Even after I get on the wrong train and am late to work. Even after I forget I had an important meeting and show up halfway through with croissant crumbles all over my jacket. I trudge on. Because that’s the right thing to do. Also I promised myself a chocolate milkshake at the end of the day if I can keep it all together.