I’ve become quite skilled and undoing my work. Stitches that were uneven, carefully picked out and restitched. Piano fingering I learned, unlearned and refingered for better execution. The garden I planted once, redesigned for less intense maintenance. The stories I’ve told myself for many years, now seen with different eyes, revised.

These undoings have taught me a lot. They are a mix of improvement, grace, and surrender.

I used to fear coming “undone.” Now it seems there’s no other way to move forward.

NOTE: This bit of writing came after an hour spent pulling out stitches in a sweater I thought I had just finished for my granddaughter. It’s ok. Most of it survived the undoing.

Thank you to all who make this writing space
a place of safety, support, and beauty.