Patroness of survival maybe? Nah. There are a lot of survivors. I’m not so special. No sainthood here. Nope, not me.
I might make a good cautionary tale. That’s as good as it’ll get if you choose to include me in the mix. There are far more — and better — candidates for patrons and patronesses for pretty much everything I can think of.
Even amongst the shining lights of art, sports and technology, I cannot think of anyone living or recently dead who strikes me as a good candidate for sainthood, canonization, or deification.
We are all merely folks struggling through life with a greater or lesser degree of success. We do the best we can and hopefully, it works out on the positive side of the good vs. evil equation. Sometimes, with the weird bounces good intentions can take, you never know how it will be accounted in a final summary.
There’s no doubt in my mind I’m no saint. No candidate for anything except being me. I am however, exceptionally good at being Marilyn.
I aspire to nothing higher.