
For good or bad, one thing about me is that I don't end things. Whether it comes from fear, loyalty, or stubbornness, I don't know. Probably all three. Things fade away, run their course, etc., but I don't initiate the changes. Until now. After twenty-three years, I will not return to the school next fall. I am sad, excited, nervous, relieved, etc...and sure. It is time.

I have spent the last three days, since making the announcement, stitching together big chunks of cloth. Just reaching into the box and taking out what is on top, not thinking about how it will look or fit together.

Yards and yards of running stitches and Jude's "glue-stitching" on the seams. Holding things together.

I have absolutely no idea what comes next, but I can wrap up in cloth, and wait for things to settle, and for new paths to make themselves known.