Even if they did, I’m not interested in long-term relationships.
Despite my frustrations with being unable to completely care for myself while my arm’s tied up in a sling, I like my life.I like my freedom. I like not feeling responsible for anyone’s happiness beyond my own.
That’s a massive burden.
You can’t control other people’s happiness.
Look what trying did to my mother.
But the bigger picture for me right now—my boss wants me to do something.
I’m on the interview list for a promotion.
He could tell me they wanted me to partner with a garbage can and I’d do it, no matter what he says about how this will or won’t impact my chances at a promotion.
I could ping Duncan. Verify that he knew when he came over to see me this morning.
Or I can do what I need to do for my team and for myself.
I nod to Tripp because there’s really not another option. “When do we start?”
“You’re sure?”
I nod again.
He studies me for a minute, then looks at Denise. “Let the PR department know they should get going on rewriting the PSA script.”
“On it.”
He looks back at me. “Tomorrow. We start first thing tomorrow.”
“Great. I’ll be here.”
“You’re absolutely, positively, one hundred percent sure?”
“I’m sure.”
Baseball is my favorite part of my job. Game days in the sun. Developing players. The thrill of victory and the heartache of defeat.
I love every bit of this game.
But I enjoy the community outreach almost as much. On the days when I wonder if I’m here because I’m a woman, I fall backon knowing I’m setting an awesome example for all of the people who never thought they could fit into this kind of professional sports world.
So yes, I’m in.
And if it means seeing Duncan more often, then I’ll figure out how to deal with that too.
The good parts and the bad parts.
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Duncan
When the headof PR for the Thrusters saidcommunity outreach, I thought they meant we’d be out in the community.
Talking to people.
Delivering swag bags to intramural teams.
