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.