I want to be your Houston.
I want to be your Ground Control. When you’re spinning in space and wondering if you’re in over your head, when you’ve exhausted formal procedure and you’ve checked all your checks, when you’re in new territory, when you’re wondering if the pit in your stomach will dissolve, when there’s no way back, I want to be the person you call and say:
“Houston, we have a problem.”
Figuratively, of course. If you really are in a spaceship hurtling towards the moon and you have some kind of electrical system failure, I’m not the best person to call. Talk to an engineer. I’ll ask you questions about hurricanes and if they look like giant faces from where you are.
I’ll ask you what you dream about in space.