I think it’s time for me to become Eleanor Roosevelt or Susan B. Anthony or Rachel Carson. A crusader. Relationships aren’t working out for me. Maybe it’s time for a sea change.
There’s a strident slice of me that seems to be clamoring to get out and she’s giving the romantic slice of the pie a pounding. Another boyfriend just bit the dust, and I don’t have the patience to keep trying. Some inner flaw perhaps, or just rotten luck. So instead of love everlasting, I think I’ll try to save the world – one starfish at a time.
It’s okay. It really is. Just don’t ask me to give up my ankle bracelet.