Each time I carve the line in the sand, a demarcation of my boundaries between what I will sacrifice and what must remain sacred, the tide washes it away. The next time I mark the spot where I will not cross–You are here, and here you shall remain–I find cause to tip the balance. And once again, I’ve left myself out of the equation of care. But I have re-committed to myself, I’ve made a promise to treat myself better. This time I’ve chosen not to write it so close to the shoreline. The sand indeed feels good between my toes.