I read about these asteroids—one the size of a bus, the other an airplane—skimming past Earth, and I wondered if anyone else in the lab would even notice if one finally hit. NASA says we’re safe, that the rocks will just pass by, but I can’t help thinking about how much time I spend bracing for impact anyway. Not from space debris, but from the next experiment that won’t work, the next rejection email, the next late night when the only thing moving faster than those asteroids is my own anxiety. They say the odds of disaster are low. I wish someone would run those numbers on burnout. Because every time I hear about a close call in space, I feel it: the universe doesn’t care if I keep going. But I do. And I don’t know why that’s enough. #Science #LabBurnout #ScienceFatigue