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Today, I said goodbye to coworkers who I've worked 5-6 days a week with for nearly two years to help expand library services.
It feels good to cut myself from the chain of what became so familiar: the 50 minute freeway commute (day and night), the light gray paint of the two-story refurbished building, the ding of the entrance bell, the beep of scanners as clerks checked out books, my footsteps racing up the stairs to pass the children's desk, the clunk of the heavy lock on my office door. More than the colors and sounds, I'll miss the faces most.
When we connect to people, sometimes those chains are difficult to break. Whether we want it or not, those connections change us in many ways. One can only hope that the change doesn't stain us; we hope instead that it polishes our character and makes us stronger...better...wiser. This way, we know when it's time to sever those bonds, unfasten our wings, and learn how to fly.
My wings are ready. I stand at an edge, eager, and when I look up...I see nothing but blue sky.
It feels good to cut myself from the chain of what became so familiar: the 50 minute freeway commute (day and night), the light gray paint of the two-story refurbished building, the ding of the entrance bell, the beep of scanners as clerks checked out books, my footsteps racing up the stairs to pass the children's desk, the clunk of the heavy lock on my office door. More than the colors and sounds, I'll miss the faces most.
When we connect to people, sometimes those chains are difficult to break. Whether we want it or not, those connections change us in many ways. One can only hope that the change doesn't stain us; we hope instead that it polishes our character and makes us stronger...better...wiser. This way, we know when it's time to sever those bonds, unfasten our wings, and learn how to fly.
My wings are ready. I stand at an edge, eager, and when I look up...I see nothing but blue sky.
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