Change

Change is a funny thing, despite its dependability.  

Many fear it so they'd rather turn their collar up, put their head down and scurry across the street rather than look it in the eye. 

Others face it fearlessly or with only minimal trembling.

Still others turn to it in resignation. These folks tend to sigh alot. 

The other day I sat yet again mending my favorite vintage gown, knowing it was likely the last time my needle would fly through this shattered fabric. The effort was becoming futile. And that's when it occurred to me. While I don't fall into any of the above categories, my approach to change is often like the now continual mending of this garment.

But you can't always save something, no matter how hard you work at it. Whether it be ideas, people, places or tired garments - some things need be left behind as change pulls us forward.

I set down my needle. I gently folded the gown. I stood and walked away.

I chose not to look back. I had to. The temptation to again pick up that needle would have been too strong. And still futile.