Could it be me?
When the patterns of our lives have brought us to a destination that simply won’t hold, why do we insist on carrying on with the old?
I am the type, I am realizing, who views myself as the correcting tape of life, lifting potential errors, and re-working them.
I never stop to look at the weaving of the past and realize it is done and has no need of perfection.
Perhaps my calling is to move ahead, rather than un-do that old weaving, thread by thread.