As we get older, it is easier to see things. In context. After a lot of the story has played out.
I can say, over the years I have been blogging, let's see, 16 years, (17 if you include the blog I actually deleted) feels more like forever, I can say there is a long enough time for me to see how things change. Around me. How (and why) my style of blogging process took hold. How the ragged, the mended, the imperfect became the trend of the day. How I remember when it wasn't. How lucky we are to live long enough to look way back. And then to still be here to wonder what's next? How might it happen?
I remember, way way back, while writing an article for a publication, doesn't matter which one... the person I was working with at the publishing company, she said to me, I like how you show the inside workings of a piece, how you reveal and celebrate the backs of things, the slowness, the simplicity, I think you are on to something. We decided to name the article Slow Cloth. That was way way back. Then when I hosted my first class and mentioned calling the book I dreamed about Slow Stitch (related to the reference blog I was using to catalog technique) and didn't because well it was taking forever to put a book together. Probably I mentioned that too. And well, I decided not to do the article. Or pursue the book as I imagined it. Why is something I now choose not to reveal.
Sometimes revelation is rooted in conflict. Like proving something. Holding on. Sometimes it is to Feel Free. Let go.
All I can say is letting go makes me feel lighter. I am not ashamed of how I feel. I know it is way bigger than who we think we are. How we feel. We are like a soup. A collective phenomenon. Self . Selves. Our selves, Your selves.
And getting older gives you permission to say, a lot, "I wasn't born yesterday".
So let me say that again.
I wasn't born yesterday. And I sure have a lot of stories.