I'm not quite sure how to say this.
Not that I'm worried how you'll hear it, but because it sounds strange to my own ear, and although I'm going to say it, and I intend to say it-- I've been putting off saying it.
It's time to pack 'er in.
It's time to go fallow, go on furlough, let it all go.
I suspect that something will come of doing just that, but that's not exactly the point.
It's been unbelievable, purposeful, rewarding, fun, inspiring, exhausting, energizing, rich and unforgettable.
And I'm curious to see what I'll be drawn to when I let it all go.
Thanks for coming along.
If you're still curious about bags, I have a beat up suitcase full of them. They may land up at the Niverville Slice of Life restaurant for the Christmas season. I'll try to remember to record that here if that's indeed what happens. Or just contact me through the comments if I get distracted, or you want to see them now.
Meanwhile, I've been enjoying doing a little sewing with all the time in the world. And no apparent end result- just playing.
XO. Peace to you.