after 59 years of trying to save the world, it’s increasingly apparent I will be switching careers. As it turns out, the world wasn’t particularly interested in being saved. Who knew?
I worry I’m too old to get a job.
Mo says she knows someone who would might hire me.
But I would have to cut my hair first.
And then I realize. I’m not too old at all. I’m too young.
And I desperately don’t want to grow up.